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Wanting Home.

“Take me home,” she whispered. “Please, please — take me home!” Her fingers dug into the bosom of the Earth as she pressed her face into the grass. “I’m not meant to be here, at this place. I’m too broken, too disarrayed. Please take me home, put me back where I came from, back in my sidereal world. This hurts.”

Crickets chirped into the night, stars glimmering in the black sky.

“I just want to go home. I’ve never been so broken and alone as I am right now …” Her voice trailed off into the wind. “Please, just take me back home …

Comments

  1. Nicole | November 16th, 2008 | 14:15

    I hope you are okay

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