This is a sad story. Beware. It is about the day my mom passed away. You’ve been warned.
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How We Communicate
W.E.I.R.D is how I call the way we communicate. You say B while your own eyes say Z. I scream GO, while my mind want you to stay. L.I.E is how I define the things we communicate. preach over honesty. gun instead of tea. J.O.K.E is how I finally understand why we communicate. the laughContinue reading “How We Communicate”
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