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i do not have a home. i do not live in the one you imagined for us - no condominium or house, just a basement apartment, rented each month for nine hundred and fifty dollars, filled with furniture and memories that don't belong to me and two tiny windows that make it all seem fine, like, someday, i'll graduate and move onto better, bigger and better things that i am currently working my *** off for - only hoping i don't regret it. this basement apartment (if you can even call it that) is cold and lonely and nothing like how i wish to be. home isn't a person or a place, it is just an illusion people have created to feel happy and safe and at peace with the world. home does not exist for me.
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Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
mothers imagination
i do not have a home. i do not live in the one you imagined for us - no condominium or house, just a basement apartment, rented each month for nine hundred and fifty dollars, filled with furniture and memories that don't belong to me and two tiny windows that make it all seem fine, like, someday, i'll graduate and move onto better, bigger and better things that i am currently working my *** off for - only hoping i don't regret it. this basement apartment (if you can even call it that) is cold and lonely and nothing like how i wish to be. home isn't a person or a place, it is just an illusion people have created to feel happy and safe and at peace with the world. home does not exist for me.
6.16pm - wed. july 2 2014
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Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
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