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Jul 2013
Impressive, how timing can ruin all.
Such a short moment in time, enough
to make everything dear to you fall.
Without control I buy, eat, yell and

hurt, most of all, hurt, people I do
not wish to hurt. I am not myself
It is not my fault, I just can't explain
Believe me when I say: 'I'm sorry.'.
They never believe me...
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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