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May 2015
The soft pink light bounces off the walls only to settle so subtly onto the white and pristine sheets. The light dances on my smooth skin, but unlike the sun I do not feel warm. I am alone wrapped in strawberry fantasies. The only thing close to radiance during the day is my computer screen accompanied by blankets. Awaiting for daylight once again I huddle in the room where the only thing familiar is the adventure tales and action thrillers. They sit on shelves waiting to be remembered, longing to feel that careful touch. I am a recluse with no motivation to be interacting with my generation. If you are interested, curious on what goes on in my mind do not shy away! I haven't forgotten how to socialize, but choose not to waste anymore time on things that I don't like. Take a step and I will take a step too. Just because I like being alone doesn't mean I was always lonely.
Mara
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Mara
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     ---, ---, Vamika Sinha and Lana Leandoer
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