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i wonder if i am the only one who talks to her parents Formally...n whenever i get a call ..i literally clears my throat first than picks up call. . . Umm..like if i m talking to some bosss.ss...forget it.
I see my father as cash cow and he sees me as a slave ,not daughter
N mother, well i dont know how a mother's hug feels like...
If someone checks my cellphone , i dont have my father's no. Saved. Though we never call each other..but still. . .
N here i am wondering forever why i keep living, just solely because my eyes do opens Next Day...
Ufff..🙂🙃
-Me🖤
What is your definition of beauty? I see beauty in so many things from moments to sunsets to music and people but im sure beauty looks different to others. Tell me what your definition of beauty is