Jan 2021
When I follow my heart,
It leads me to you,
But when I follow my stomach,
It leads me to the fridge
To top it when we have visitors which is often,
It really matters what is left inside
It leads me to you,
But when I follow my stomach,
It leads me to the fridge
To top it when we have visitors which is often,
It really matters what is left inside
(72/F/Tanzania)
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