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2015 New Year New me But who is ‘me’ when no one can see? We got layers of layers of stuff in the way. No one hears what you actually say. There’s fronts, make up and filters on that.
A Penguin can’t fly. The poor flightless bird, confined to the land and sea, with wings weighing it down: gravity. Me. The girl who dreams to be a penguin, yet fly,
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