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Lopende, voor het eerst gepubliceerd jul. 25, 2015
How do I explain my life?  How do I explain how I feel? ....
Just immagine your are a girl and you are the only girl far and wide. Who do I talk to if I'll have any girl problems? I am surrounded by guys, who are all a bit pubertal and immature. 
Do you think, they are helpful or sympathetic? Three guesses.
They aren't. Okay, there might be some guys who are nice and friendly and lovely. But it's not the same. I would rather talk to a girl as to talk to them. But my wishes are unfulfilled. And so I have to live together with a bunch of boys, who act like monkeys..
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