Suburbia
Description
I never did like the dark. Some say it’s stupid- childish, even- for me to fear such a trivial factor of our everyday lives. The dark seems to be anything but trivial, on this grim day.
Foreword
I want to go home.
If only I knew where home was
I want to go home.
Do I even have a home anymore?
I want to go home.
Home is a person, not a place.
I want to go home.
I have been promised that home will not exist, should I ever try to escape.
I want to go home.
And so I shall stay.
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