I can not dream about my future because I don't have one .
Writing is from the deepest pain of my soul !
Believe now but don't believe yet still !
Foggy and cold is my own heart .
Why should I believe in my desire ?
One cup of bliss is an eternal loneliness !
A glimpse into me can tell you a thousand stories .
But not yet, all you see is true like pain !
- A. A. Popovici,
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