I will be using this for poetry and short anecdotes.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Wher's Kathy
My family loved me. We played together, laughed together, We scolded and we told each other secrets After having broken I was no longer Kathy I had become an illness. Everything I think, do or feel is about my illness. I miss me.
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