The truth is that we are made of ourselves...

What do you feel will never leave you? Something that is inside you... and you are connected to it... that is you... that which you are made of...

You don't know when, where, or how this happened... But when you come to, you realize it's been a long time... You've been born again and again in different forms..............

This is the beginning of the story for you... But for me, it's a repetition of many of my bodies in my life.

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It's been a long time. Something's not clear in my head,

A sudden love, she had fallen in love... in love with her own murderer!.....

"Chali"

Carrot-colored hair, eyes like the sea Happy and carefree But he too... died one day......

I saw her beautifying herself like crazy. She would fix her hair, wear the most beautiful clothes, and apply perfume.

At home, she laughs loudly and jumps up and down on the sofas.

She paints, writes love letters, and screams with joy.