just a bunch of melancholic tales and sob stories.
and shit that i wouldn't admit to myself even in the darkest of days.
i am nothing but honest while writing this book.
even though some truths are better left unsaid.
here, is where i say all of t...
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moment: 6.51 AM. when sun hasn't completely risen, shooting a steady tuft of gold through solemn gray clouds and my morning mug of tea on the wooden table with the smell of earl grey in the air and its steam puffs like an old train and the low light of early morning sun through the wide set window panes casting shadows that loom like friendly ghosts. i rub my bleary eyes and think for the first time how much this house feels like home.
