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[darksatina]

I smile as I look around my room. I see my past in it, I see my up bringing. I see myself. This is me. I'm this strange mixture of oddities, textures, and colors. I see the past when I look around. I see the pharohs, the spice of India, and the flavor of New Orleans, with it's culture and richness. As I move forward in life, I'm afraid to lose my

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[amyrosehedge]

I have the feeling that I could just sit in your room for days....staring, touching, feeling, absorbing everything that makes you you.