Coming home...there's silence
Family surrounds her though she should feel warm feelings of love she feels empty, piddling in empty and dark solidarity.
Four white walls surround her...
Lonely she feels.
Speaking to them is needed--but how when communication fails to arise.
Never have profound intimate emotions been shown.
How then, does she bring herself to thee if thee never taught thou to express feelings.
Feelings never expressed at a tender age so impossible now...
Alone, seemingly feeling like a bastard child immersed in a world of shadows.
She walks deliberately, strong, and so she hopes for change.
Change never questioned for sadness for it would only be sparkling joy.
She hopes.
Lord help thou for she is more alone than any one human should be.


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