
Struggle
Apparently thats what my life is all about, which is fine. I just sometimes wonder when the fear and trembling will end. Coming home is always bittersweet for me. I love seeing my family and sleeping in my room, but something always goes really wrong.
It will be nice to be back in Chicago were I feel safe and loved there, and definatly not attacked. Its tough, but this is my life.
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