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".. for 8 months, no more than that, a year, I sat in a cafe, drank coffee and wrote nonsense in a journal; then suddenly it was not nonsense .."
(Sabrina, 1995)

I'm Mae. I'm 23.
Home is the north west of England.

This started in Paris.
I don't know where it will end :)

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Apr 21

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I’m going to live with the love of my life. I am SO excited. Everything is going to be so much better living with him, every activity, every journey, every free evening, every essay, every plan for the future, he will always be there: when I get home, in the other room, next to me on the sofa. I believe that he loves me, I believe that he always will. I have never felt so safe. I believe he will take care of me no matter what. I will feel safer than ever being under the same roof as someone who loves me purely and completely for who I am.

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Next 12 Exits

".. for 8 months, no more than that, a year, I sat in a cafe, drank coffee and wrote nonsense in a journal; then suddenly it was not nonsense .." (Sabrina, 1995) I'm Mae. I'm 23. Home is the north west of England. This started in Paris. I don't know where it will end :)

:)

".. for 8 months, no more than that, a year, I sat in a cafe, drank coffee and wrote nonsense in a journal; then suddenly it was not nonsense .."
(Sabrina, 1995)

I'm Mae. I'm 23.
Home is the north west of England.

This started in Paris.
I don't know where it will end :)