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Dec 2016
I dread the times in our near future.
Time will soon be running out
and I'll have to let things go without a pout.

I wish I'd been working harder, I wish I had
my priorities in line. In the end it'll all be just fine.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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