Rocky but working.
Rocking from waves of voice under action. Or lacking.
Voice is being heard.
Seems like the first time in years.
I'm finding.. Making. Myself a home.
Home Sweet Home.
TNG, cider, and lighthearted chatter.
But here I am.
Blade in drawer.
And here I am.
Lunch purged out.
So.. Here I am.
Confused, medicatied, and so very scared.
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