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Dec 2015
To love and to hold is something I never could.
I did not feel appeal in beïng misunderstood.
So I grew tired of not controlling my own life.
I knew I had let myself become an option.

But if that is what I am to you then I do not think I have the will to go against it.
Because beïng with you is so much more than optional for me.

So I ask you again!

What is it you want? What is it you need? Am I JUST one of many?
Or should I just be pleased with the time granted from you?


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Written by
Anique Prinse
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