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Jul 2022
Every big sound is like an attack.
Every moment waking is grieving.
Grieving that little peace I had found.
I don’t know what’s going on.
And how you are feeling, my love.
I’m scared so I run to the dark.
Trying to feel save.
31-07-22
Angmar Miedema
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Angmar Miedema  31/F/Gouda(NL)
(31/F/Gouda(NL))   
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