I don't know if I
love you anymore
when I drink water
I thirst but
don't care
when I lay my
head on my pillow
I don't pray
nothing feels
like the first time
even the scent of the
lovely pines, almost
but, don't
where is she
I must tell her
do you forgive me?
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