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Jul 21
when i cried as a little girl,
my mother used to tell me
that i had no reason to cry
if she had not laid her hands on me yet.

now as a big girl who feels so small,
i would let the tears burn my eyes,
for the only pain that is real and could be felt is physical.
daphne
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daphne  20/F/somewhere in asia
(20/F/somewhere in asia)   
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     Peter Garrett, Kalliope, Wyatt and Eric Bergeron
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