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Jan 2017
Be there for me
this is bound to blow over
my judging ways
her unheard prayers
oh I'll be gone, doll,
dear puppeteer,
help me steer clear.

No strings left to keep us attached
your legacy remains unmatched.
But I don't want to read your face
I need to keep running, keep up my pace.
It won't be like this for ever.
There will be better things, man.
Keep it up.
December 27 2016

Little ways down the road, a month later
Reading this now while wandering through privates and I feel great.
So I decided to publish
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
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