Borderline feelings of a female soul don‘t depend on age or experience. They become acute at the presence of a frightening reality and visible in the moments when the horror of existence become associations and vice versa. The place between “I am” and “I will be” is mystical and undefined. It lacks words and thoughts, but it has something attractive in itself. Let’s try to find it.
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