HomeA Story by Vasilees SybissylWelcome..She lives here, but she is not content here. Most people love their homes - they decorate them with such love and care and treat it like some delicate treasure. Their homes are a part of their souls. Hers is too. Destroyed. Scratched and burned and parched and torn. Her nails can be felt on the walls all the time. Screeching, gnawing, trying to scratch their way out of this prison, all alone. Sometimes the walls shake, but breaking? That's out of the question. They're stronger than even her will to get out. Come close. You can hear her shouting. Look into through the window. See her nails screeching. And breaking. But she is persistent. Deranged. Almost an animal. Crazier than you could ever see. She... is me.
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3 Reviews Added on August 29, 2017 Last Updated on August 29, 2017 AuthorVasilees SybissylThat Little Cottage, Just 'Round the River Bend, IndiaAboutWelcome to a piece of my soul. more..Writing
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