What a mess this room is. Teddy bears in all kinds of sizes. Each, a remnant of a lost relationship. Jewelry, picked from far-flung markets. Summer clothes, acrid from being out of sight so long. Picture frames, dotting the study table. Books. Newspapers. Mary Jane gathering dust. Cords, running into each other becoming a mesh. Resembles my thoughts.
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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...
Apt like a worn out glove :] I can relate to this, very much indeed.
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