Slavery
I cannot write, express myself, take photographs, listen to music, make music, make love. I am a slave.
posted by PerfectlyImperfect at 5:23 PM
Monday, April 03, 2006
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- Name: PerfectlyImperfect
- Location: India
If one word, one sentence, one paragraph, one story, one epic could describe life, we would have all lived happily ever after!
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