Mama’s Story
I was fifteen when I found Mama’s old diary, hidden in a dark corner of the basement with a box of her old things. It was mouse eaten and water stained, but it was hers!
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September 12, 2012
Bring On The Night
I think of them as the ghosts of my soul. They visit me often in these sleepless hours. They are all the loved ones I miss and admired.
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April 3, 2012