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Jun 2016
My house is not a home
Because my home has green eyes and two open arms
It catches me everytime I trip over the past
Or even the future

Fear is the only thing that can get to me
But I do not fear anything when I am home

Home with him
In his two open arms
Forgotten
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Forgotten  The Netherlands
(The Netherlands)   
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