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Dec 2016
And this brokenness looked so familiar. The same one that toyed with me all those years ago. It had grown, just as I've grown. It did not look like a puddle anymore, but a giant abyss. This brokenness must have evolved for it had a face and it smiled as to welcome me home. Is this my home?
Noemi
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