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May 2016
What the hell am I doing?

I run after you, but as soon as I catch up I'm not even sure I want you next to me.
I text you, but as soon as you respond I don't actually want to talk to you.

Maybe it's the rush of chasing, and maybe the feeling just settles down as soon as the hunt is over.

But ****,

what the hell am I doing?
Sannie
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Sannie  The Netherlands
(The Netherlands)   
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