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feet.
It’s quiet.
Sometimes it’s lonely.
I won’t lie and say it doesn’t hurt.
There is a specific kind of grief in realizing you are effectively an orphan because your parents chose their ego over your relationship.
But then I look around.
I look at the walls I built.
I look at the bank account that isn’t being drained to pay for a sister’s mistakes.
I look continue reading …
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