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Nov 2015
I remember it well the way you walked when I saw you the first time, magical like an enchanting.
I never spoke to you l,I didn't dare it

You spoke to me once, the sweet sound of your voice made me forget about the world. But even now I didn't dare to speak

Now all I do is wonder and think about what could have been if I only dared to talk
Talking so natural for some, so impossible for other's
How it is
Darwyn Bruelemans
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