October 2010
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i used to have a safe haven. whenever i felt upset i didn’t necessarily have to voice the angry words that had swarmed my thoughts. i’d just have to be in that one place and everything would be okay. it was fun. it was carefree. it was comforting. it was my grandparent’s house.
my grandfather had past and it felt like everything sort of fell apart. that and we all grew up. that...