4am...

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(knows all my secrets...)




“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”
Sylvia Plath






(weak bladder!?...too much peppermint tea ?...there! no more secrets!!...so meaningless...why didn't i tell you before?...what have i just said?...i'm in shock!...;-)





(ah!...forgot to mention my dirty secret windows...forget my weak bladder...dirty windows are a punishable offense here in NL...;-)
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