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My shoes


do not judge me
for falling down so often
walk in my shoes
feel the quicksand beneath my soles
pulling





Comments

A van de Aa said…
Your shoes do not fit me,
so who am I to judge you.....
Mey said…
Haha, letterlijk gezien heb je volledig gelijk.

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