Untitled Mornings
Sitting alone in my house while crying without any solid reason has been my comfort lately. I find solace in the silent walls of this house. Peace within the distant roars of the cars on the road. And tranquility with the warmth and purrs of my cats and dogs.There is nothing wrong with me. Or is there? I am triggered by the simplest thing I watch, read, or hear. I cried over silly things, and…
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