Jan 3

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Today he brought me this his apartment, he gave me a little weed and some alcohol. We talk the day through. He was interested in music, but he says he never will get the chance to pursue his dreams. He never told me why. I told him, I liked art and simple things. I also told him about my little notes every day. I told him how I usually started with small words. And now I'm expanding me more. I'm not just writing four word sentences now. I also told him, that for 4 years, I stopped writing because I stop seeing him.

He hugged me and thanked me for being here with him.

glimpse.Waar verhalen tot leven komen. Ontdek het nu