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Better for my soul
Days have gone till I've felt something strange,
would I feel like that again?
Will my life be with the sweetness I haven't known yet?
One can do so much,
one can feel too much.
I admit I ache for something,
something unknown.
One thing is for certain,
I might feel it again.
Might not be the same,
maybe more...
Better of this ache,
better for my soul.
-G.N.D.
Monday 29th May 2017 2:05 am
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