Two years and my notebook fails me. It's a weird pink that's sucked the screen like this discomfort of closeness that suffocates me and I can't believe I'll have to let go of this little thing. I don't even think I want to spend any money on gadgets anymore. My head just keeps swirling from technology to technology. It's easier to find myself on these mechanical things.
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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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