This Life
In the winter of 1997, I was given my first journal. It was a Christmas gift. I don’t know if my cousin could tell I needed an out, or if the glitter filled journal cover with matching ink pen just made for a nice stocking stuffer. Either way, it provided me the escape that would ultimately save my life. I began to write. Oh how life seemed just as complicated as it could ever be. The parent-less…
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