The world is new and familiar, exciting and scary, and comforting and debilitating all at the same time. There's so much love and so much hate, you never know which you're gonna get.
It's lonilness in a crowded room, someone making you doubt yourself after you were so sure; it's balancing a tightrope, or walking on fire trying not to get burned.
We survive, some of us just barely, because we can, because we have to. Yet, we end up mere shells of who we once were, strangers to ourselves. Lost at home.
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