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Feb 2021
When I open my eyes I see a world I don’t like.        
I want red eyes.
And purple short hair.
Swirls on my cheeks and round glasses.
Too many options.
Always keeping me alive.
But the world inside is the world where I hide.    
The world where the music is creating a whole new space.
And I can be the creature that I want to be.
12-02-21
Zeena Miedema
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Zeena Miedema  32/F/Gouda(NL)
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