Sometimes I long for silence, solitude.To wrap myself up in my own coccoon, with no one to interupt the chaos in my mind. Sometimes I long for space. For time. Wheer I am me, not Mum, not wife. just me. Sometimes I simply crave a hot cup of coffee and the time to drink it while it's still hot.Birth sign: Scorpio
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