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Apr 2013
21
I’m not sure this is my life,
Maybe it’s all just a dream…
I had always let the stream
To be the only one who guide

What to chose, what to believe?
What is right and what is wrong?
Choosing from so many songs
Was so difficult for me…

This life feels like a war
And I’m not a simple trophy…
All I want is just “TO BE”
I don’t want to say “I WERE”

Because the past is hunting me
And I am trying to escape!
I run, and run…but it’s too late…
It’ll hunt me for eternity…
This poem is called "21" because I have 21 days left until my 21'st aniversary.
Maria J
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