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#8

Als de wereld mijn thuis was, waarom voelde ik mij dan zo verdwaald? Wat ik in haar ogen las, was mijn eigen angst. Even hield de wereld op te bestaan....

#7

Panic started to make its way into my head. She always did this when things got a little tense between us. The cynical comments, the rude jokes. I could feel...

#6

Her mind was racing down a dead-end street. The cold had settled in her body and made it numb. She did not feel the wind pulling on her. Trying to...

#4

‘You stole a little piece of my soul when I drowned in your eyes. A little bit of every breath I take you took from me. Every thought of you...

#3

‘You see, time is a funny thing. Seemingly etching its way through our reality. But the supposed linearity of it only comes from our own man-made devices. I always imagined...

#2

‘Who l am?’ ‘Hmmm. I guess part who I want you to think I am. And part who you think I am.’ ‘Please think me a beautiful person.’

#1

‘I tried to wash the screaming pain from my soul. But all it lay bare was the dark, cold ruin of my heart.’