Dear Shamar,
I am thinking about you as I pace, hands frozen, on my porch. I am writing you a letter you will never recevie but i can't find Heaven's address and the people at 411 think I am crazy. You were the glue that held our family togehter, and it seems that the effects of that glue is waering off. See we have been falling apart since you were recruited to God's big band in the sky. Ariel that he didn't care about us...or the room. People stopped showing up and even talking shit and almost got our home taking away from us. David keeps changing and even Harvey is questioning him. Harvey is leaving.
( I just couldn't finish this)
This blog is a piece of its writer. A peek into a mind that can't be read. A glimpse into a story never told. A beauty like no other. Indulge in the words of a young girl who write to spill the contents of the baggage that once burdened her.
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