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Jun 2013
You can do what you want,
I do it too.
Why would you want to hurt me?
I wouldn't do that to you.
We haven't even begun to be,
and you rush to destroy us.
In my mind I carry you,
and my heart is full of you.
We are friends now,
but I feel connection.
Your depression will be the end
as it was the beginning for us.
Written by
Stjepan Treger  Zagreb
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