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Article Communautés Concours Essai Multimédia Personnelles Poèmes Presse Prose _QUOTE Scénario Spécial | ||||||
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I am starting to believe
That one day I’ll lose my dream Of being who I want to be I know I’m weak! But nobody is like me! Then who is my soul mate? Who’s going to be my date? Who’s going to make me special? And not just usual? Who are you? Do you exist? I thought you did! Now, I ‘m not sure! I cry for you I waste tears for you!!! And you aren’t anywhere!! Only they’re …in my poems, In my heart, my imagination But some of us love with passion Or they aren’t alive too! Then tell me who’ll love you if I already do But with passion, not like you.
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