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° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 o 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °
'Like a wild flower she spent her days allowing herself to grow, not many knew of her struggle but eventually all knew of her light.'
° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 o 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °
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'My body is burning with the shame of not belonging.'
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° 𐐪𐑂♡𐐪𐑂 o 𐐪𐑂♡𐐪𐑂 °
Blue hour.
Blue hour, the most nostalgic time of the day where the sky seems to be crying and the wind weeping.
The time of the day she delighted the most in, perhaps she enjoyed the misery of it.
She was sat in the kitchen on the phone to her mother, "Is the weather there cold?" Her mother asked over the phone as she shook her head.
"Good the cold is never good for you, it's warmer than last year over here, you know you should really come home." She looked at her mother sadly and shook her head.
"I cannot mama you know that." Her mother sighed.
"Oh but how great it would be to have you home havent you missed being home?" She hadn't seen her mother in years she didn't blame her for wanting to see her but still.
"Mama I've been trying to go home my whole life, I'm really trying to make London work." Her mother sighed in defeat her daughters stubbornness was something that she took after her father.
"Alright well I need to get the shops now and oh for goodness sakes Alisa put on some socks are you trying to catch a cold?!"
Her mother screamed into the phone suddenly seeing that she was barefoot after she accidentally lowered the phone.
She laughed and nodded going to her room and grabbing a pair of socks and putting them on.
The house seemed rather empty and it seemed like she felt rather empty too, sitting down on the coach she looked out of the window zoning out.
