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understand me, pls.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Perhaps it was a trauma. Like an aftermath kind of thing. It doesn't happen often in normal girls, but it was exceptionally strong in me. Some sort of force I couldn't control. So empowering and sometimes... over-flowing.