Thorn

Life is rose. Colourful, beautiful, and at times painful. Life isn't white silk cloth. "I was born. I grow up. I go to school. I go to work. I get married. I have children. I grow old. I was buried.” Life doesn't happen to you like that. 

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I’ve found Home

I was far away from Home. When I was a child, adults told me “Little girl, if you try hard enough, one day you’ll become somebody.”

So I did. [...]

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Naked and Taking up The Quest

The thing is: I like nakedness. After shower, I cover my personal places in a yellow towel and walk fast to my room. When the door is shut, voila, I drop the towel on the bed, and just be. [...]

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I'm writing a book

I’m writing a book, in my room, sitting at my old desk, looking out the window. I remember being here watching passing clouds and cats fighting on the neighbours' red roof 15 years ago when my family first moved to this house. [...]

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