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Jun 2020
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I want extraordinary things,
the things everyone can have.

My life.
My terms.
Freedom.

I will have them.

Watch it,
I beg you.

The harm you can do,
the spirits you can ****,
with something so immensely powerful,

words.

Please be aware,
of the poor, uncertain souls.

They’re weak,
not aware of their power,
always on the edge of the abyss.

Waiting,
for someone to push them.

Falling into darkness.
Landing in a dream,

of someone else.
Filip
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Filip  24/M/Rhenen
(24/M/Rhenen)   
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