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I’m a woman… in training at least(to the world)

The stories I hear within these walls, what they expect from us, the heartbreaks we have, the boyfriends we have, the parties we go, the clothes we wear and so much more, would lead to thesis falling short.

The stories I write seek to plague my mind, and witness the various shades there is to a woman ; pink.
Typing my thoughts out is my feeble attempt to make sense of something my rational mind refuses to comprehend..

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