Fear. Grief. Love. Pain. Heartbreak. These are the emotions and feelings that are always in my head. They live beside the voices. The ones that tell me what to say and how to act so I seem normal. I try really hard to be normal. To fit in. Because I can't go back to where I was. To the only place I belong. My Father's house. The basement. Where it's cold. And dark. Hell.
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The Basement
Non-FictionFear. Grief. Love. Pain. Heartbreak. These are the emotions and feelings that are always in my head. They live beside the voices. The ones that tell me what to say and how to act so I seem normal. I try really hard to be normal. To fit in. Because I...
