I don't want to go away.
It's really that simple. It's really that complicated. I don't want to think about it. I don't want to be aware of it. I don't want to be there when it happens.
"You are my home, now."
I wish I knew what my home is, who my home is, where my home is. I'm so tired.
I'm so tired of this.
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