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I want my life back

I want my life back. I want my car fixed so I can come and go as I please...and sleep in my bed. I'd like to be able to keep my apartment. It's not much, as can be seen in this photo of one of the corners of my little home. But it's mine.

I'd also like my back to stop hurting! I've been taking my mother's darvocets to keep the pain away...which makes me a little high....but I can still work...which is the entire idea.

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Jean-Luc Picard said…
It's your home, Ciera, and it's worthy to want back, as is your car.

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