I have never regretted saying goodbye. Untill I realized that it wasn’t temporary, and so I sat on the frontporch. I have been waiting for you to come home. I’m right here. Right at the end of what once wasn’t a dead-end street.
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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.
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