Here I am, sitting in

the room I grew

up in. The house I spent

my first holidays

in. I am here again, like

a ghost, living my days

again. It is different now, with

family dead and misplaced.

But I am here again.

I sit here trying to find a

new way, not stuck like

before, but what leads

me on?

-Jess Gatsby

 

 

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