On days like these, my guts feel like they would burst for days until the rivulet starts flowing between my legs. And I'm sort of whole again, reminded of the possibility this body holds of creating and nurturing another such as me.
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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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