hecat-3
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I wish I wasn't such a dreamer. I've ruined this life for myself.
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how it feels to finally accept that you are just like your father. and it's hilarious even
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I am running, but I don’t even know what I’m running from. Is it the regime? Or is it him? I am blinded by my helplessness, I have no strength left, and all I can do is hide. I managed to do it. It’s getting dark now, but the reflected light from the tiny snowflakes shows me the way. I really hope this day will go down in history. After all, the secret police didn’t chase me for nothing.
I stand here, angry at the world but mostly at myself. How did I manage to ruin everything so quickly? Why can’t we love like we used to? He is somewhere far away, and I don’t have the strength to reach him. Maybe he doesn’t need me anymore; maybe he’s tired of the endless chasing and tug-of-war. Should I focus on something else? Everyone needs me; they believe I have the strength to change something, but they can’t bear to see that this is no longer true.
The police pass by me once more, and all I can do is pray that they don’t see me in the light. Is this good for me? Did I love him? Do i love him? If so, where did it all go wrong? My words are too weak to reach him, and I have no idea how to fix it. The world needs me, and I need him.
I hear the chime of a phone. I don’t know if I should take that crucial step, but I’ll decide only when the sound completely absorbs me. It’s him. After all, everything will be okay.
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I'm afraid I'll never be able to live the life I want to live
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“My boy Spatula bunking down for a snowy night”
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here you go, folks, sapphic fiction books , enjoy
here's the link to lesbian history books, gender books, feminism and intersectionality etc
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