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Where, I?

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by MarinaMaher

by MarinaMaher

I don't know where I am

I don't know where I've come

I don't know where I love

I don't know where I need

I don't know where I stand

I don't know where I release

I don't know where I absorb

I don't know where I want

I don't know where I land

I don't know where I live

I think I know where I'll die.