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Reflections

 

 

 

 

 

I never want to forget.

This is an image of me, deep in the trenches, around a decade ago.

My husband would message from work each day and ask how 'things' were.

Some days, I couldn't speak. I'd send pictures. This was...

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I will not wait until I’m in my last days.

So many people unconsciously spend (waste) their lives working toward what they hope will be peace, one day.

Work hard, then rest.

Main meal first, then dessert.

Wees first, then poos. (I made that...

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This is Me.

I no longer paint my nails.
 
I don't adorn myself with jewellery.
 
I take my time responding to messages and I seldom answer my phone. I have a message bank.
 
I say no to...
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I remember every single name, every single humiliation.

At fifteen years old, I left school midway through Year Nine and went into the workforce.

 

I vehemently expressed that I would not return to school and with that, my mother said if I was not...

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