Wortfetzen

Wortfetzen

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Last published Wed, Dec 16, 2020

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Eine Sammlung an Gedichten, die mich über Jahrzehnte hinweg begleitet haben. Als ich krank wurde, als ich plötzlich ganz alleine war, als mich die Liebe meines Lebens urplötzlich verließ, als meine beste Freundin aus dem Leben gerissen wurde, als ich im Ausland lebte... Ich will einfach nur zeigen, dass man mit diesen schmerzhaften Gedanken nicht alleine sein muss. Ich habe das auch erst auf die harte Tour gelernt. Wer auch immer diese Wortfetzen liest, ich hoffe sie spenden etwas Trost.

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