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Jan 30
Where are we going?

I… I’m not sure. Home, I guess?

Where even is home? Your parents’ house? Your friend’s?

…No.

Then where?

I’m sorry.

For what?

For not being able to answer your question. For not being enough?



For being me and not someone else.



**?

Yeah?

I love you.



For what it’s worth, you’re my home.



I think you might be mine as well.
She is my home
Ephemeral Oblivion
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Ephemeral Oblivion  21/F/Lost in Nowhere
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