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Cassiah on October 12th, 2016
Cassiah on October 12th, 2016
It has been three weeks since I had set foot in my own home. The floor boards creaked as my feet stepped on top of them. The room cold and so much quieter than I had remembered. In the corner I found an old whiskey bottle, ignoring it I walked over to the book shelf and tried to find some childhood stories to brighten my heart. Am I destined to forever be alone?
