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Independent Individual (script)

Playing in the backyard Iโ€™ve been growing strange fruit on a tree until I heard a whisper in my ear. Aya: “You’ve got mud on the leaves.” Me: “Who?” Aya: “The moon.” Me: “What?” (Turning around and seeing noone.) Aya: “I’m not you nor you me.” Me: “I don’t understand.” (Thinking if this is really the place to be?) Aya: […]

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A letter to love

Dear love, I don’t want you to write me how much you love me a million times a day. I don’t want to receive a hundred of hearts in text messages. And I don’t want you to do something extra for me. I want what I deserve. I want your respect. I want your appreciation. Not more and not less. […]

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