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When you're so used to feeling broken, Feeling whole again probably just feels like a different kind of broken. When darkness and chaos become home, what used to be home seems to be so far from home that it may as well not exist. But home is always waiting for you, regardless of where you go or where you've been. Yes, it will take a lot of effort to get back. But it will be worth it. Just start the journey. You will stray from the path, but that doesn't mean you should give up. Home can be a house, an idea, a pair of arms wrapped around you, or anything else. Home can take many faces, and, here's the kicker. A lot of times, home never leaves you. You just think it does. That sense of belonging is there, just buried deep below the surface. Home goes where you go. Home is you, and you are always home.
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TheHollowMan
26 / Genderqueer
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Written by
TheHollowMan
26 / Genderqueer
Published
Jan 16, 2015
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19·159
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#broken#home#darkness#humanity#constant#selflove#belonging#chaos#solace#refuge
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