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Jan 2013
When you hold on to that one girl you've met
in life and you thought you loved but not quite sure,
you forget everything else and it puzzles you if you let
it, you start to stop looking around for another thing so pure.

I have known that one thing, never ever so quite unsure it seemed.
what if I let, but not let it puzzle, no, let it go. Will I then finally be redeemed
not searching every moment for something that might be.
Will it then, at that very brief period of time, set me free?

That is all that I believed but never was anything defined
It's like everything and everyone just plays the role that is assigned.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
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