Arms wrapped around knees that are drawn tight into chest. A body made as small as humanly possible, in the corner of a room, a sofa, a bed. A steady stream of tears, sobs, noises escaping however hard you try not to. Not the angry, screeching wail of a toddler, but the desolate, desperate, unbelievably lonely sort-of wail of a person trying to stay as small and quiet as possible.

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(24hrs whilst at work and then talking and on the phone to pc is not enough time to do a good drawing. So sorry friends, but it’s the best I had time for today)