Memories Of TrumaA Poem by MindfangA trap. A trap. My memories are trap. A secret portal to go back in time where the moment did not matter. Regardless of what I formed to be. Escape. Escape. I told myself to escape my tortured canvas. Suffering ..... Hurting .... Dying.... Regardless I cannot change that fact.
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MindfangAboutSalut Madame/Monsieur Your probably think who is this lady think she is, i bet she doesn't moderately utter a word in French. J'aime au basket et le foot, n'aime tu. If you taken french class y.. more..Writing
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