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Feb 2014
What is it coming to, when a village
can't have useless buildings, for how
long has it been tense and did she pillage
his time and attention, up until now.

It has passed the third beginning, close
to it's final end. Things he does not
decide himself go wrong, and a lot
goes wrong, the less he really knows

the better cause it hurts, every letter
every word in every sentence, makes
its way straight through his center, let her
be, let it all flow and pass instead of cutting

it out or tearing it loose, it's all decided, awakes
from a different dream, he starts shutting.
I want to be alone right now. Sleep for three days straight and wake up from this sick dream.
Wake up as me 7 years ago, happy with a bike and new games for some console nobody uses anymore.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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