sometimes i wake up and realize i’m still the same heartbroken 17 year old girl just in the body of someone older
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I never make the same mistake twice. I make it five or six times, just to be sure.
Anna Ciarkowska, “Chłopcy, których kocham”, Kraków 2018, s. 77.
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