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Sunday, April 24, 2016

Unsatisfied

How do I breath living without you?
How do I breath?
My dear, my love has no owner.
My world, my life is for love.
My dear.
The love of my life hasn't born.
Melancoly times,
nostalgic mood.
Unsatisfied, unsatisfied.

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