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Jun 2016
I have strayed from what I am, what i was, what I used to be.
Looking in the mirror, but I don´t see the girl I left under the apple tree.
Same eyes, same nose but this is not me.
Untill my body is brought to the nation wide sea.
I will continue to aschew reality.
untill I find the by myself hidden  key.
not a single soul will truly know me.
wishing upon falling moons
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wishing upon falling moons  The Netherlands
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