walls are closing
Why is it, that when I see the world, my city, my home--it's all in my head. See, I am a on-the-brink-of-40 and I am on the floor, all curled up, no furniture, and the walls are just around each side of me. Then I shake my head and *poof* I am back in my house with all my furniture, dogs, gadgets and my husband. It's this... Read more
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