Sometimes I play this game with myself; I stare at the pictures of my siblings until I don't recognize them anymore, until they become beautiful again.
I've been in New York for ten months. I miss my family.
Sometimes I play this game with myself; I stare at the pictures of my siblings until I don't recognize them anymore, until they become beautiful again.
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