Tolerance to bumps and bruises,.. not even the case..

Do you ever sit there looking blankly at your incoming texts, with tears in your eyes, hating yourself and everything around you, take a breath and put on your act? Yeah, me too.

Why did they take her from me? Why did they put me in this strange place where everything is so big and shiny and I'm surrounded by all these strange people who took me from my mother?

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This story is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.

First time I’ve written in a long while... completed poetry collection of January 7th 2020.

Rated PG for mental health mentions