25 Words 25 Years

IngelaNovember 20, 2016

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25 words 25 years

written by: Ingela(saja)

@ingelasaja

Interest
Infatuation
Passion
Love
Happiness
Affection
Safety
Betrayal
Devastation
Mistrust
Jealousy
Hatred
Despising
Anxiety
Insanity
Despair
Denial
Forgiveness
Chock
Sorrow
Anger
Affection
Love
Passion
Death

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Fighting the sorrows in life by writing, sometimes joking, sometimes I try to put words to the pain

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