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Jan 2021
I don't know about lots of things,
I know very few of them.
I really don't know
how to live, how to love
or who I want to be.
But I know the reason why I'm here,
why I'm hardly breathing -
and this reason is you.
Written by
Adelaide  21/F/Italy
   Imran Islam
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