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Jul 2014
The more I get surrounded by
people with a weak connection,
the more I let myself feel lonely,
separated from the strongly felt
desires. A little longer, a little stronger,
a little warmer as my pieces melt.
I am the only, yet a fraction of my
realistic potential, though I am an
idealist. Losing you made me lose
that.
Used to living in a family

We need a little time to heal
too much time makes me think too much
I need time in which I have no time to think
in no time, my wounds would heal.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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