Worthless
When I saw the missed calls I didn't think much of it. Until I read all the messages, asking me if I was alright. I had no idea what was going on. Standing in the middle of the parking lot I couldn't stop this feeling of unease taking over me. I didn't want to call back, terrified of what you might say. Various thoughts were crossing my mind, I was arming myself for what might come. But nothing could've prepared me. I think I could've handled almost anything. But not this. I felt my whole world crumbling down. Somehow I convinced you and the others that I'm alright. But how could I be when I have never felt more worthless.
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| slaaf Jacob: | Donderdag, januari 07, 2021 11:52 |
| Dat mooie lieve niet verwacht goed gebracht. Groetjes en Geluk Jacob. | |
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| Auteur: Augustijntje | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 januari 2021 | ||
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