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By steppingfaintly

Home. They say, It's somewhere to be safe, To be happy, To be loved. In my case... All it is, is a roof and walls. The walls don't block out, The outside. It's not safe. Some how it manages to seep through. Right through to me. Unloved. Lonely. Me.

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