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I am home from the hospital after months being there over the drug addiction. I am in my parent's care. My room is as it was nothing moved or changed (except tidied up). Downstairs my mother is attending dinner (guests are coming). Be on your best behaviour Nima mother said in the car home none of your nonsense. I told Benny I was leaving hospital and gave him my address I hope he writes. Maybe we can meet in London if my parents allow me out. I go to my window and peer out it's a wonder my mother hasn't put bars at the window. The sky is overcast grey clouds dull sun. If only Benny was here and on my bed. I don't miss the quacks or nurses at the hospital. I go lie on my bed and pretend Benny's here but he isn't so not joy or cheer.
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 4:19 AM UTC
NIMA BACK HOME 1967
I am home from the hospital after months being there over the drug addiction. I am in my parent's care. My room is as it was nothing moved or changed (except tidied up). Downstairs my mother is attending dinner (guests are coming). Be on your best behaviour Nima mother said in the car home none of your nonsense. I told Benny I was leaving hospital and gave him my address I hope he writes. Maybe we can meet in London if my parents allow me out. I go to my window and peer out it's a wonder my mother hasn't put bars at the window. The sky is overcast grey clouds dull sun. If only Benny was here and on my bed. I don't miss the quacks or nurses at the hospital. I go lie on my bed and pretend Benny's here but he isn't so not joy or cheer.
A GIRL HOME FROM HOSPITAL 1967
TerryCollett
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 4:19 AM UTC
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