Getting old in this mystic place under somewhere being forget suffocate an tremble to remember time don`t stop no more misunderstood whit the truth cannot hold myself much longer i`m thirst of space in this place
growing is allways a very strage felling that we have to try to understand... it's not easy to do that...and we always need some space and place of our own to do that...after all we are alone even if we are somewhere in a enormous crowd...
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growing is allways a very strage felling that we have to try to understand...
it's not easy to do that...and we always need some space and place of our own to do that...after all we are alone even if we are somewhere in a enormous crowd...
but we are not alone at the moment!
my friend i realy enjoy reading your poems...keep writing please...
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