When river passes by, my heart longs for hug and understanding. For accepting who I am and not where I come from. For it is I who truly knows what love is.
Hurt for the thousand time I will find peace, may that be in a tree, a star or the sea. Deserving to be loved properly I will, till my era comes, dream.
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