There is no other way to start this post other than to say this: I am a very anxious person. Anyone who knows me and reads this will immediately think, “That’s an understatement.” I am the girl that holds on to the subway pole with her sleeve, I wash my phone down at the end of each day with anti-bacterial wipes and obsessively scrub my hands two or three times before declaring them clean. 864 more words
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There is a space in my home that is not often used.
The door is always open, but I rarely acknowledge the room.
Sometimes I glance in as I walk by and my heart clenches; it almost senses the loneliness, the loss, the sadness emanating from a once lived in and often used space. 219 more words