No, I did not eat!
Trembling upon my plush bed -
Watching for my girls.
I need psychiatric meds.
I think I'm going to die.
He made me go out.
Then I dry-heaved for a while -
Feeling quite distraught.
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Take a walk around the block. Meander through the neighborhood. Or just sit on the front stoop, inhaling the scent of blossoms and fresh-cut grass, humming with birds and laughing with kids. And savor a piece of chocolate while you're at it!
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Um, is Tessa going to make it? I think she should go to Grandma and Grandpa Block's for a few days. Either she'll be happier there, or she'll decide home - even with just Ryan - is an okay place to be.
Hope Tessa and Ryan are okay! lol. Your haiku's are cracking me up, though. :)
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