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Wednesday, January 25th 2017

1:35 PM

Missing my ID

I am frantically going through my silver purse, looking for my ID card. I can't find it anywhere and so I am having anxiety.

The house is dark and my parents and full blooded sister are there. I am crying to them while I look under beds, in drawers and cabinets. 

There is wood floors everywhere and two stories. This is not a house that I have ever seen before, It is one of my imagination. 

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