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Feb 10
today's life is reduced to...
violence in its purest form
physical and verbal.
hatred has reached hellish heights
and everyone is looking for a hiding place
away from the eyes of the one next to them
we are so alone and naked
that even Adam
would cry out of pity for us if he saw us
all I do I love pure love
a flame, a burn
now I am nothing but ashes
and I let the winds carry me
who I was, what I have become
much I may have hidden
but now, it's over.
i give to the wind everything I was
a useless candle
and extinguish myself
in my own way
Written by
macovei  66/M/RomΓ’nia
(66/M/RomΓ’nia)   
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     Nemusa, rick, Sophia, Vianne Lior and K
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