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Jan 2021
My conscious unawareness,
My dragging crime,
My tap open tears,
My shattered heart,
My pathetic wait,
My longing look

Made Her run away.
Made her dragged down,
Made her forsaken,
Made her stabbed in the back.

Do you even feel me?
Do I even feel me?
Don’t tell me!
Don’t I think the same?

I will rise for Us again,
And the wind blows again,
And the hands are held again,
And I will hold you again;

Without dragging you down,
Without making you feel miserable.

My promise to feel love for you,
My promise to take care of you...
Was meant forever.
Written by
Ursula Wolf  25/F/Hungary
(25/F/Hungary)   
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