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Mar 2014
I believed I could change
everything around me,
when I was just fighting with myself;

And now, behind this weak reflex,
I'm dragging the weight of every
second that flows between us;

And while he's drawing our border line
He makes me sure he won’t come again
To a thoughtless guy.
Andje
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Andje  22/F/Italy
(22/F/Italy)   
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