92. Help.

My mom just left the hospital, she’s in jail. Her husband is in jail, the house is covered ceiling to wooden floor in blood. The dogs are traumatized. My sister, my nana, my sister and my brother are losing it. I’m just standing here….

 

my knees are weak, my heart hurts… and I need you…. 

 

 

ineedyou.iloveyou.pleasecomehome. 

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