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28.01.22
In a another day
Will there be love?
Will there be pain?
Will there be suffer?
Some restrain?
Will I be ready when it comes?
Will I stay and say I am done?
Will I say I wanna go?
Maybe stay in a vow?
Will I have a future,
When past is a vulture?
Will I be just a little insane?
Pretend I am the same?
Will I still have questions,
In his eyes reflections?
Will I drown,
When last cards will be shown?
Will there be,
Me?
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