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Can't let go

Hard times bring your memory back
And although your face is such a blur
Your delicate fractured laugh makes my body shiver again

The ever ending story

געגוע

Or was it only me?
Was it just me?

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Confessions

הרהור

It must be clear now more than ever...
We started slow...
foraging for food, Sex, Fights and most of all
At guard from other animals, large, big teethed predators to
whom we were not good enough for breakfast crumbs...

Haterd

I just Hate the fact that I will never be good enough for
you.
I frankly Hate myself.

Some kids

הרהור

It is 4000 years ago,
most people at my age have at least one
male child to be proud of.