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Aug 3
It was a self-inflicted
wound. You live outside yourself.
Go inside to find the depth.

This was my faith
in the unknown. Do we have to
bargain for our truths?

When you see the beauty
of pain, you fall in love without
sensor of an agitated mind.
Written by
Satsih Verma
112
   Luz and guy scutellaro
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