| Word of Palestine Confession:
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| So how does it feel to finally tell yourself the truth of the past?
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| It's been 336 months that I've been looking and looking for myself, me
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| I only found 'me's and no excitement, I went months without excitement.
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| but in everything, it's me
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| I prefer myself in my inner self, the true, genuine lover,
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| crazy about women and crazy about me
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| I only found 'me's and no excitement, I went months without excitement.
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| but in everything, it's me
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| What about these periods? |
| From the young me of my life! |
| Oh dear ! |
| Me,
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| this month you have molded me with your "I don't care"!
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| I only found 'me's and no excitement, I went months without excitement.
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| but in everything, it's me
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| As the father would say: “Sacred me”! |
| I use you, me? |
| Never !
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| But it seems, never say never. |
| Unless I ever come across these
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| former me(s)
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| Which I did not appreciate, moreover, I made war on you: twice.
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| Sometimes there is peace, me. |
| What do you want?
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| I only found 'me's and no excitement, I went months without excitement.
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| but in everything, it's me
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| That's why, these months, I really like you anyway,
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| at least I try, I try at least... me!
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| I only found 'me's and no excitement, I went months without excitement.
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| but in everything, it's me
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| Jerusalem, here I am, here I am
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| Jerusalem, I love you, I love you |