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Jan 2017
He made a checklist,
raised his fist
and yelled.

As he coloured the boxes,
as he checked off the lines
he'd finished, he diminished
his life to separate stars
and lost the constellation.
Gestalt

People don't owe you ****,
good part is, you don't owe them either, it
comes down to what you feel like doing.
Daan
Written by
Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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