false shadow on the mirror
a feel hides behind the words
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that touched, that kissed, that hugged….really made me feel alive. it’s like nicotine, i want it everyday, that love…. addicted. and answering your question, “tante, will you be my mother? my second mother maybe? place for me to tell a story, to feel love, to get hug, to get kiss, to be….. more alivethis time. tears streaming down my face. feel guilty, but………. *:(
