Sitting on the plane to Frankfurt in the dark surrounded by sleeping passengers I let hot tears ooze down my cheeks. The tears seem to come straight from the basement of my broken heart. I cry softly for my dog, my failed life, my unknown beginning and the friendships I'll be surviving without. I Sit and wonder what is it I think I'm doing. Will I be strong enough to do this on my own?


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