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Jan 31
There is this one question
Which seems to manifest
Waiting, lurking
Behind every turn
And every corner
A reacurring visitor

Tell me
Where did I go wrong?
What did I miss?

Tell me
What is wrong with me?
Written by
Jonas  24/M/Berlin
(24/M/Berlin)   
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