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How I feel I can't find the words or ryhmes. Wouldn't be enough paper, wouldn't be enough lines. It started by means of nature and magical fate, a perfect time, an unforgettable date. You've taken my heart, my mind and my soul. Everything I knew and believed I've parted and let go .
I want it all, I want us to grow, I need to trust, I need to know. Your eyes take me to a content home of dream...
Tuesday 10th November 2020 10:06 pm
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