Memory Lane

The chilly, frigid evenings roll in one after another as I gawk out of the window with droopy eyes. Guffaws of pretentious men and women permeate in living rooms- chatting away, neglecting the presence of one. Waking up to grating, irksome alarms with a vacant, poignant space beside me and a home ample of peopleContinue reading “Memory Lane”

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