Everything good left in my life, – is changing. I once had everything, and now my future seems so dark. I have nowhere to go and there is no place I want to be. I wanted to be home. I wanted to go and have a place to return. But I am lost, I have no destination, I have nowhere to be. I might as well be gone.
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Semi-personal blog. Dutch and English poetry and stories that document my life. Sincerely believes in writing as a form of therapy. View all posts by Josephine