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Feb 2020
Behind the drapes of every day's light,
an unspoken evil hides in the night.
Carrying the fear and doubts of yesteryear; setting ablaze all you hold so dear.
In the deep abyss of my tormented mind,
no place to run, nothing to hide behind.
I ponder all day, and ask myself: "why?"
But the mirror shows the truth,
for the evil am I.
Jacco krom
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Jacco krom  18/M/The Netherlands
(18/M/The Netherlands)   
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