March 24, 2013
The number of sentences I speak to my family per week can be counted with my fingers, yet why do I end up torn, tattered, weary, and bloody?
March 28, 2013
5 mins after my mother stepped into my house and I'm already having a headache. Now, it starts with a capital 'H'.
March 29, 2013
Into Day 2, and I am suffocated, breathless, and never this desperate to tell the whole world how much I would prefer to be in a Home.
All I wish is for another's voice to be in unison with mine.
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