memory plays deafening tricks on me. i try hard to remember things, places, sidewalks, the colour of shirts, ink deepening into your skin and a sky that was so angry it was about to pour. i can't remember anything now, but the sky. because i do that just as much as the sky does, when i'm mad. just pour.
i'm losing my hold over memories. i'm forgetting passwords, clues and the location of unopened envelopes. i'm forgetting so much.
i wish i could at least remember where i left you behind.
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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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