Sunday, May 22, 2011

I Remember Me

When I was a little girl, I never knew who I was. I lived in a strange fantasy world in my head, avoiding the reality of my existence as much as possible. Despite that, tiny moments, a few months here and there, became etched on my reality as the things that made me happy.

Sometimes, I have those moments when I remember who I am.

It's weird, how

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