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Nov 2021
I keep going into this void,
It covers my heart and hands.
I reach for this life,
But I catch only siren lies.
Silent existence in my eyes
And bad dreams chase my heart.
I run into the open forest,
But I only find lost meanings.
Evening wakes up in the mornings
And I see only dreams laying next to me.

The meaning went for an early walk with life.
Written by
Ursula Wolf  25/F/Hungary
(25/F/Hungary)   
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