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May 2020
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A silent force,
In white or black.

Your suppressor,
your liberator.

You curse him,
you love him.

He takes you home,
the place where you belong.

You can stay,
to avenge,
to fix.

You will turn black,
becoming miserable,
sadness.

But if you let him,
you will shine,
be your true self.

Death.
Filip
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Filip  24/M/Rhenen
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