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A woman and her flat .

 
We are all a bit strange, with rough edges
that we wish we could shave off . All feel a
bit lost and lonely amongst the vitality of living. On the outside we’re great a display cabinet of the finest China used only on special occasions . On the inside we are on
The make ducking and diving to meagrely surviving. Anxiousness steps up and acts as a guardian to make sure we’re not second guessing each other on the back drop of bravado. We just don’t seem to be able to
Communicate . It’s not how you feel it’s what you look like with quick let’s take a selfie and filter the bejesus out of it . And that’s the back handed connections that fuel shallow conversations and a lack of understanding. We are collectively disengaging and it reflects in a lack of community that somehow left a woman decomposing In her flat for three and a half years in Woking Surrey . No she wasn’t in prison . How did we forget that the most vulnerable are falling
through the cracks in society.And if we are not careful we will be not far behind them .
Written by Maple666
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