How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? — Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
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How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else?

— Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune
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