Winter greeted me with a smile. Its smooth blankets seemed to lay gracefully on the grounds of Massachusetts.- days felt like weeks, and weeks didn't feel like months but years. I watch from the same familiar room in the same familiar house with different people each day. What to do besides watch the world you can't touch . Everything smiles at you because I'm something to smile at but am I really? I'm trapped in my own mind. I can hear and see people not known to others. Also, I'm as frail as a antique vase..
I wished I had a name something more fragile like Ana, Anastasia, Lucy or Abigail. No my name is. Matted River sign this is my story before I became mute and insane.
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