I am all what I never wanted to be a weeping woman full of regrets about what life has done to her wondering what part she plaid in it and yet she wouldn't change a thing at least not the part where she plaid a part her biggest fear is here love finally taring her apart as predicted from the start never thought it would be such a struggle and so painful for her lover
I'm desperately looking for something that I can't seem to find Did I even ever have it? Or is it just in front of my nose, in such simplicity, that I just don't see that it is what it is? And maybe, just maybe, I let it slip through my fingers, just by trying so hard to get it acknowledged Or is just that the sign that it isn't what it claims it is?
Thank you for having me questioning my feelings towards you until now I believed it was love a new kind of love still had to get used to it now I'm wondering if this is not again some kind of fear that brought me here a strange kind of need for not being alone or is it just that what I'm looking for? For real love to me can't allow it anymore... For I fear indeed there is only one.
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Ik ben Ann Van Goidsenhoven, en gebruik soms ook wel de schuilnaam blablamie.
Ik ben een vrouw en woon in Anderlecht (België) en mijn beroep is heel polyvalent tewerkstellingsconsulente bij Actiris.
Ik ben geboren op 17/11/1964 en ben nu dus 60 jaar jong.
Mijn hobby's zijn: Arabische taal en cultuur, dieren, koken, reizen, mensen, ontdekken, werken, computernetwerken, muziek, ....
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