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Jun 2020
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I’ll never be poor again,
A disease that powerful.

It changes you.
Your mind,
Your personality.

Becoming the devil.
Turning black,
Against everybody.

Throwing yourself slowly in hell,
Never to escape.

But there is a way,
Curable with desire.
Only be found in the farthest corners of your mind.

When you find it,
Your light will change.

Only then,

Will your legacy remain.
Filip
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Filip  24/M/Rhenen
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