3/15/14
She sat there, across from me with pink eyes that showed me her heart. The lose shirt and greasy hair made me feel at peace. There was hope in her presence. Too many times before had we spoken about our families. The disfunctionality seemed to fester in our homes. But we were different. She would tell me when her heart was sore, and we'd cry in each others arms. We'd seen the gates of hell and laughed. She made me feel human. The kind of human that survives.
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