Jun 2018
She felt like home.
A warm place with
no panic, terror, or
fear. That I could
escape to when things
turned sour and my
blood ran cold. Only
she was my home.
A warm place with
no panic, terror, or
fear. That I could
escape to when things
turned sour and my
blood ran cold. Only
she was my home.
(24/M/Ga)
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