Poezie
Talking to myself...
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Please, be quiet, she already knows,
You told her, not face to face but it shows,
Stop believing that this situation will change,
Your lifes will never, never merge...
I beg of you, do not shoot the mailman,
he suffered this in silence,
and does not want it in the future...
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