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Aug 2021
I’ll tell myself over and over: it will come, that moment of peace.
Sometimes lying to myself makes my lie come true.
Cause I’ll have peace in the lie.

But this life is hard.
My body is not a peaceful place, this world mostly isn’t either.
But I have so much luck with the people that are here with me.

So sometimes I lie to myself to find peace.
Because I want it to work.
With them and for them for as long as I can.
02-08-21
Angmar Miedema
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Angmar Miedema  31/F/Gouda(NL)
(31/F/Gouda(NL))   
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