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Lifestyle
My old lady
Her light gray locks, with tresses of silver falls down by her wrinkled cheeks, as she coughs. Once she is done, she tucks them back, behind her ears and begins to sew my old...
Lifestyle
Memories from love we ended
I was well acquainted with the fact that we were going to end someday; it would just evaporate like the dew gets absorbed by the heat of the sun.
The first time we talked, it...