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Sunday, March 2, 2008

MOTHER

MOTHER Bundled in her arms she looked:her face tender, astonished.. She was reluctant to leave the wet womb. She was dragged to life on a Sunday morning. Love was not there. Fear extortion promises prohibitions, everything to harness the revolutionary cells. Survival was eminent: Pretense deceit... Sign in to see full entry.

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Female choreographer restless and searching for the essence in things and people. I suffer from an existentialist depression since the age of sixteen. This includes a melancholy for humanity and its fate to perish and disappear. The best thing to do to escape or at least combat this feeling is to be creative and have a good relationship to people.

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