A month passes you by, as though you' ve been in stasis an entire lifetime. It's a month, when you become one --even inside yourself. It's a month, when all your senses, all your knowldege of your being, your consciousness, all your years have taken shape in the form of the comprehension of a single feeling. To think that it's possible to be at a single feeling for so long...a feeling that gives you the blankness of the skies, a feeling that chokes you, makes you want to get out of your evil self- even as you know your intention is not to inflict anyone pain.
August and everything after...
Wake me up when September ends...
And October finds me at war with myself.
Gosh! Months...their names and an individual trying to set right, everything she set wrong.
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on what life meant to make out of faith
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Mamu touched my hair the other day and said: This is not the hair of the girl I birthed. What did you do to your hair? I touched my hair, im... -
i cannot imagine how you put up with a man who drags you by your nape and tells you to go to your room and puts you out in the night. it...
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