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Jan 2017
"You're too young to be cynical," mum said.
"I grew up," I said.
"What happened to my happy baby?" she asked.
"She's gone," I replied.
"She's already gone," she echoed.
We left it at that.

-m.b
galaxy of myths
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galaxy of myths  26/F/Malaysia
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