It was getting more and more difficult for her to get up in the morning. The mornings were more than just dark. Thunder storms, whirlwind, ...
"It's a cruel cruel world, to face on your own, A heavy cross, to carry alone, The lights are on, but everyone's gone, And it's cruel, It's a funny way, to make ends meet, when the lights are out on every street, It feels alright, but never complete, without you..."
She lived in a country where Christmas trees and vibrators were sold in a supermarket. She lived in a country where it was permitted to...
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