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Many pieces torn into shreds, year by year. Fragile bits cracking gently but never mending. To the core that binded never was. We traveled... -
Forgive me for being on this fast track, This train keeps passing the stations I’m suppose to be getting off. A night here in paradise h...
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I don’t own a sewing kit, no one has ever asked me to sew a button or hem a skirt. I never mended the holes in my socks when I was older. My...
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