"She is a child and a mannequin and death. I can't hate that."
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Tuesday, December 13, 2011
There are whispers about taking me to the land I came from to see my roots. Even though I don't believe in roots. That would mean believing I once was tied down, and had to have had a part of me cut off to be where I am now.
But oh how I want to go.
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