Tim De Brouwer Poems

one word, that is all...
just e few letters, to desribe it all...
for there is nothing else needed, then this one word, to describe this fall...
...

looking back on it now,
I really didn't have many friends,
looking back on it now,
I was the outcast of the group,
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take sword in hand
before it's too late
i am coming
heading your way
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struggle
doubt
stress
pain
...