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Feb 2024
Last sip of water before I will go back
where I came from.

Please tell my daughters that I'll buy them flowers
when I come home.

No, I can't stay, take the gold, take my body
- I won't need it anymore.

I had made my decision, long time before I made it.

I'm not thirsty at all.
Peter Balkus
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Peter Balkus  40/M/United Kingdom
(40/M/United Kingdom)   
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   Ayesha
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