my memory is in fragments these days. i remember scenes from soaps i half-listened to, as my sister watched them on the tv set that stands in the midst of a pool of cables in my room. i remember that in one of them, there was a girl who became everything she never hoped to. and i remember how she ended up so afraid of life.
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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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