Inter the solitude that pervades with the feeling of hunger that has existed 3 hours ago. As I go about my chores of cleaning and tidying the bathroom I inevitably begin to feel the pangs of hunger turn into pangs of horrible missing. I miss family, I miss them so much. But as the washing machine whirs in its final rinse cycle and the dryer hums in the background I look upon the reflection on the mirror that I have polished so well; traces of family gone; traces of watermarks gone. I sigh. Maybe I am not so strong afterall. It hasn't even been 24 hours yet.
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Depressing one. Stay strong, fight for life. Thats my motto.
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