Wat zijn we
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Última publicación mar, jun 6, 2017
Ben je eerlijk? Zijn we samen of zijn we niks, slechts vrienden? Wat betekent dit voor jou? Wat beteken ik voor jou? Is het iets of is het niets? Is het de hoop die ik heb, hopend dat je grapjes maakt als je zegt dat je me niet meer moet, of als je zegt dat ik beter kan gaan. Moet ik dat serieus nemen of met een korreltje zout? Ik krijg geen hoogte van je.. wat zijn we? Zij we samen? Of zijn we samen alleen.. Is het wij of is het jij en ik, apart van elkaar? Zeg het me.. wat zijn we?
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