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Jenny:
My world has changed. I try to follow its rules. It's a beautiful world, my new mother says. She tells me to hang on. That I'm doing well. That I'll get used to it with time. I'm not like the others. I guess they've forgotten. I can't.
Jenny:
Every morning I wake up to the same thought of giving it all up and running back home. But I remind myself I wanted this life. I wanted it. I made it happen. I guess it's better this way, right? Right? Right?
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 09:38