I write this entry while staring down one of the most shocking, but hauntingly real moments of crossroads a person can reach in their life. Or at least, that’s what I envision, because I have no frame of reference for where this place is that I’ve arrived.
I have to leave my home.
Why? Because the place I’ve called home- Florida- is no longer safe for me…
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