The Monster in Me
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Última publicación sáb, jun 13, 2020
Delicate is defined as easily broken or damaged. It also means fragile. Maybe my parents thought I was delicate as an infant, maybe it was the universe mocking me. Either way, it seemed the meaning of my name, Lina, fit.
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