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السبت، 25 أبريل 2020

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I go crazy when I am alone for too long. Isolation. Desolation.

Where are you going 
?
the night does not know ,the night of goodbye
Where are you going ? Painful because the crying is smaller than aches
A story to A hidden   carbuncle station  
I damaged  wind  a harsh  hug 
And I need the bosom a child and remember the stories  nostalgia  
Today please   glimpse 
 whatever you want cry on the night of goodbye
I weakened, and I was confused
Someone needs  come and tighten arm
I cry because the pain is so great the night does not know ,the night of goodbye
Where are you going
 ?

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