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Dec 2014
So I keep moving forward,
with giant strides,
but I have one hand holding the past.
I try to stretch,
to cover all the places my heart wants to be,
my hands like claws,
scratching the lands my feet left behind.
Exactly how I feel, my new job is in a different town from my hometown and the city that became my home for the past seven years while I studied. Although its close from both I still get worried about seeing everyone Iยดm leaving behind.
Camila
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Camila  32/F/Mexico
(32/F/Mexico)   
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