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Jun 2014
I don't regret that I loved you,
that I kept trying, I do.
It is the time of breaking ties,
stop the telling of those lies.
I'll regret that.
The laughing when she saw a cat,
the looking down,
the pity,
the storytelling, enormously furious, yet careful eyes.
I'll miss you.
I'll regret it.
true love is nothing but a failure of your brain
She wants a man, not a little boy in pain
not a guy, bursting into tears, a lad surrounded by fears
She wanted confidence and safety,
things I couldn't give
with or without her
I will live.
It would be the latter if it didn't matter, but it does
I regret that.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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