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what do you expect?
you left me here alone
i drank so much
and needed to touch
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i just wanted to give some appreciation to this earring combo
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It’s too late for you and me, it’s too late for you and I
Much too late for you to cry
It’s too late for you and me, much too late for you and I
It’s too late for you and me, much too late for you to cry baby
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I am no mans dream girl. No man could ever imagine and create a woman as complex and beautiful as me.
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I’m praying that everyday my intentions become clearer, and I touch people with more love & consideration rather than negativity. And that’s my own journey and work. I’m proud of it and I hope it continues. Everyday I want to be a better person than I was the day before.
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“I don’t know why my mother hated me. She had a sickness that you could not see. But she convinced me that I was sick. And that everything was because of me. And that I’m a monster. She criticized everything. My way of eating. My way of speaking. My way of dressing. Anything that brought me joy, she would deny me. If I defended myself, she would hit me. I was terrified of lunch and dinner because that’s when I had to face her. I spent my entire childhood alone. I just played with my cats in the garden. Or sat on the floor of my bedroom. I’d try so hard to leave my body because I didn’t want to be on earth. And that’s when the spirits and fairies would come to me. Even Mother Mary came to me. I was never afraid of them. They’d comfort me. I remember being seven years old, sitting alone beneath a tree, talking to the fairies. Another little girl walked up and asked what game I was playing. That’s when I realized nobody else could see what I was seeing. And it’s been a very lonely existence since then.”
(Paris, France)
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loving and being loved is feeling the sun from both sides
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