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May. 30th, 2002
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May. 30th, 2002 01:06 pmIt's like going to the dentist. Your stomach twitches, your hands tremble. You can't swallow because your throat is in a big knot.
I'm going home, and Marjolein will be there.
There is no-one at your side. Some offered to come, but you refused. You thought you could do it all on your own. How you miss that hand holding yours, squeezing it as you look them in the eye.
You thought "Yes I am a grown-up, I can do it all alone." But you can't. You really need the little push in the back to get you moving. But you're alone. Nauseated. Stressed. And the minute you must face her, look at her, and really speak your mind draws nearer. She walks outside your room, *tred* *tred* *tred*. But the sound you fear the most, is the doorbell, sealing your fate.
There it goes. There I go.
I'm going home, and Marjolein will be there.
There is no-one at your side. Some offered to come, but you refused. You thought you could do it all on your own. How you miss that hand holding yours, squeezing it as you look them in the eye.
You thought "Yes I am a grown-up, I can do it all alone." But you can't. You really need the little push in the back to get you moving. But you're alone. Nauseated. Stressed. And the minute you must face her, look at her, and really speak your mind draws nearer. She walks outside your room, *tred* *tred* *tred*. But the sound you fear the most, is the doorbell, sealing your fate.
There it goes. There I go.
