deadlynightshade
I missed my family more than anything in the world. It had become so bad it was no longer a mental hurt. It would rise up sometimes in my chest and burn away, a sudden pang of loneliness. It was unbearable. I didn't know how much longer I could endure it before I broke down and begged to go home again.
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