wessvanniekerk
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THE PAST It's on early mornings like this that the past starts haunting me again and starts walking up and down the corridors of my soul It becomes so unbearable that I would rather sell my soul to the devil! Yes, yesterday is gone ... but so its so ... – *by Wesley Van Niekerk*	0 Views added 1 year ago	Rating

It's on early mornings like this that the past starts haunting me again and starts walking up and down the corridors of my soul

It becomes so unbearable that I would rather sell my soul to the devil!

Yes, yesterday is gone ... but so its so ...

– by Wesley Van Niekerk

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