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poetry

“I read something, there, under the ice.
It turned cold and stopped breathing.
Waiting in water for me to open doors, open mind.
I have developed through experiences,
and I’ve becomed more mature.
A real genuine thing, that changed something in my life.
A story that was not my own, but still, the same as mine.
And I found the words that I had been searching for:
Are you bigger than yourself?”

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annailo

I photograph, but I am no photographer. I write, but I am no writer. I was once a musician lost along the way. Life is too short to hide these things I cannot live without.

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