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Teta, I bought black clothes today
I didn’t want to. But they said I have to. They said if anything happens to you I should have a bag with my clothes ready. But I know you hate black on me. I never wore it without escaping from your comment “why all that black, we’re not at a funeral.” I’m scared of Continue reading
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My flower, please don’t wilt

I usually write about the people and memories which matter to me the most. I write about them while constantly questioning if those people feel the same way. Or if those memories would ever slip away. Today I’m not worried about my feelings being reciprocated. I’m not worried about our memories ever fading. For the Continue reading
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Snow Belle Flake

Eight months ago I don’t know why I’m crammed in this room. It’s too small for all of us to fit. Mom left me here alone, and I’m too young to understand why. I think she threw me away because I’m different. I’m not like my siblings and cousins. I don’t know how to walk properly Continue reading
