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17th May 2015
I can barely sleep
I can barely eat
I can barely stand
in front of you
I can barely say or express
my feelings about this mess
I can barely tell
how much I will be dead
I don't feel it
I don't need it
I don't want go easy on it
I can barely see
how much would you mind
to be my valentine

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