Losing my country is like
Because I have the same self-hysteria that afflicts most people, my first stab for a comparison was like losing a limb But how self-importnat - not to mention, how would I know.
But more than losing a parent.
Heartbreaking at the time. Losing a girl? The first love?
No, that wasn't it. It was like losing all girls.
Hey, but how would i know tha, anymore than in my four-limbed state to claim a limk to amputation.
But i can extrapolate from experience, with justice. It's just monogamy minus one.
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I lost my country on 7 June 1969.
I just refuse to leave.
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