I stared at myself in the tall mirror, awkwardly positioned just adjacent to the door of the female toilets. The five minutes that I had stolen away for some calm were quickly draining away. My self-induced ceasefire was hastily disappearing and soon I would be back in the midst of friendly fire filled with ‘you… Continue reading ‘Til death do us part?
Losing myself through reading; Finding myself through writing.
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