doing our younger selves proud
if it could have been different, when we were younger...
and become the woman you dreamed of being xx
deeply Deborah
finally, finally, the roof closed slowly on Deborah. the room was complete. there was no escape because there was no need to escape. some things you can't escape, while you stay alive. like yourself. the mirrors all around the room showed Deborah's reflection. i guess that's me then. i am Deborah. not a part of me, but me. roll on, Deborah, honey. for i am you. xxxx
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