4A Poem by Donicca Dona LI didn't try to heal
the broken pieces she left. Even when I wish you never went through. I guess I am just not her, sometimes I wish I met you before I would have done just a thing different from her I would have broke my own heart to keep yours safe. ahh you loved her in the way you knew love. © 2017 Donicca Dona LReviews
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3 Reviews Added on May 23, 2017 Last Updated on May 23, 2017 AuthorDonicca Dona LPodgorica, Tuzi, MontenegroAboutHello my name is Donika Lulgjuraj. I am from Montengro, Podgorica. I am an albanian writer. I published my first poem book in 2008 in albanian called ''Rruga e jetes'' translated '' the way of life'' .. more..Writing
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