This must be what house arrest looks like, I thought, as I sipped the Mexican hot chocolate my neighbour brought me, wrapping myself in an Afghan throw. At least there are mini yellow roses to brighten up the place…not that I can see them, of course.
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Hey There, Lonely Girl
Life can feel long and very isolating, if you let it. Put down your phone and have a conversation with a stranger; you’d be surprised how great it can be.
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Depending on the angle, when I look at you, all I can see is a blank space where your face should be. Other times, you are fractured and broken, like a Picasso. My eyesight is playing tricks on me but I am also seeing things differently, metaphorically.
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