Lâstima, y tristeza, y vergüenza
I was thinking of these things
Feeling these things
Remembering
Reflecting
Talking, or texting with my friend who is in far worse shape
I communicate with him
Drawing away from my own islands of sorrow
Smaller in comparison
Count up the good
I knew they were bad people all my life, I just never could imagine the lengths and brutal cold they would bring.. I still can't believe how they could do what they did to a mom who never hurt them . They told mom she hurt them when she gave me the house and that is why they tortured her . When they finally had broken her spirit and mine, they moved in for the killing blow...
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