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A single light shines down on me... I'm alone in my house while my grandmother works hard to make ends meet... I can't blame her for this... I'm trapped inside my OWN loneliness. I guess when push comes to shove, I don't mind it this way... It's pretty much my home. When I do the chores, waiting for her, I leave the TV off. Even when I'm stirring up dust, Being alone is like a breath of fresh air... And when she comes home, We'll breathe that air together...
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Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
Grandma
A single light shines down on me... I'm alone in my house while my grandmother works hard to make ends meet... I can't blame her for this... I'm trapped inside my OWN loneliness. I guess when push comes to shove, I don't mind it this way... It's pretty much my home. When I do the chores, waiting for her, I leave the TV off. Even when I'm stirring up dust, Being alone is like a breath of fresh air... And when she comes home, We'll breathe that air together...
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Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
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