Recently, a thought came to my mind about things that have been bothering me for a long time, but I still think that they pop up from time to time. I dedicate this girl to all women who experience self-mistreatment; for those who didn't leave on time. And in particular, we stopped communicating with our acquaintances and friends during this time. And not only that, but even after. I often remember you. And I dream of communicating with you again. She has no name; maybe it will appear, maybe not - I don’t know if she needs it. She lives with a woman who has gone through some bad times with the same person. A story about consequences.
She’s an adult lady but her colors still yellow in some reasons…

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