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BoundI can never figure out what goes on in your mind. I analyze. I compromise. I forgive. I let go. A show. A play. I pray. For the truth to appear. But. It is not anywhere. Nowhere to be found. Bound. To the feeling of emptiness. I must confess. You think I deserve less.
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Beatrice Berglund
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