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		want ik heb m zelf (helaas) niet geschreven. maar ik vond m zo mooi dat ik m graag met jullie wou delen. hij is van mijn vriendje.
 
 Now and then I‘m scared, when I seem to forget
 how sounds become words or even sentences...
 No, I don’t speak anymore and what could I say,
 since no-one is there and there is nothing to say...
 
 So, I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone...
 listening to the lack of light, or sound,
 or someone to talk to, for something to share...-
 but there is no hope and no-one is there.
 
 No, no, no... -not one living soul
 and there is nothing (left) to say,
 in darkness I lie all alone by myself...,
 sleeping most of the time to endure the pain.
 
 I am not breathing a word, I haven´t spoken for weeks
 and yet the mistress inside me is (secretly) straining her
 ears.
 But there is no-one, and it seems to me at times
 that with every passing hour another word is leaving my
 mind...
 
 
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