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Looking back form this place,
when all the memories dances and plays.
Both happy and thrilled,
in the state of forelsket.
Never dreamed of such euphoria,
playing and teasing.
It was such a morgenfrisk,
but sorry such a thing is ephemeral.
Stuck in alexithymia,
coping and moving from such dilemma.
Hoping it will be bearable everyday,
looking behind, walking away.
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