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Alone She sits alone in a lonesome chair waiting, wishing for someone to appear for someone to be there to hold her hand and sing her songs and be her ...

She squints in the light. It isn’t the first time she has been outside; nor will it be the last, but the sunlight is still stunning to her. The brightness ...

This is what Laurel is writing in her diary: I hate my mum. She sucks. She looks like a whore. I wish she would act her age, instead of trying ...