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What is home, everyone knows from experience or lack or both, as I do And still I know what I missed when I think about it Not often, at last I got my home And still I am the saviour, the angel I have practised to be from childhood I hesitate at the old Christmas card with me as a little angel, back then when I got a cat as a present Stars on my white dress gilt-edged wings and a halo But unable to definitely redeem my family, their desires Wounded, I crashed bipolar between heaven and earth between love and failure
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May 28, 2023
May 28, 2023 at 3:51 AM UTC
Fallen angel
What is home, everyone knows from experience or lack or both, as I do And still I know what I missed when I think about it Not often, at last I got my home And still I am the saviour, the angel I have practised to be from childhood I hesitate at the old Christmas card with me as a little angel, back then when I got a cat as a present Stars on my white dress gilt-edged wings and a halo But unable to definitely redeem my family, their desires Wounded, I crashed bipolar between heaven and earth between love and failure
Photo: Christmas 1986; Maria is 4 years old, her brother is 12 For Maria Godschalk Collection "Bruises"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
May 28, 2023
May 28, 2023 at 3:51 AM UTC
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