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Child.
So full of life, so full of joy. No worries, no evils at all.
Girl.
Full of life, full of joy. No worries at all, but not talking a lot.
Teen girl.
Not so full of life, not so full of joy. Some worries around, not talking too much, but thinking a lot.
Woman.
Still a little bit of life, joy not really at all. Worries a lot, but she's starting to find her voice.
Woman.
Resilient, strong, and trying to be heard.
Woman.
Fearless, with a much higher voice and not a prisioner anymore.
Women.
United and fighting, we can't be shut at all, we can't be stopped no more.
Often, I find myself searching for the meaning of life, and I wonder just how hard it is to find it, and I crave the feel of it, the touch of it, the sense of it.

Often, I find myself searching for the meaning of love, and I ask myself if I’ll ever be able to find it, and I urge the feel of it, the touch of it, the sense of it.

And just as I often find myself wondering all this, I also find myself looking at you, contemplating every minute, every sencond of you, and I long the feel of you, the cold of you, the warmth of you.

Often, I find myself searching, and just as I search, I think, maybe, you just might be it.

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