Coming "home"... to this town, is triggering. I find myself starting to shake as I see the familiar street views, I find myself out of breath looking at the house, I find myself wanting to cry, but I don't know why...
Why shall I drag my tired body into a house of violence ?
How can I force my tired soul onto a bed where I couldn't get up from ?
What is this room but a prison of memories ?
I'm sorry. I've cried too many times here, and I can't do this anymore...
Sleepless nights, holding my broken pieces alone under the stars...
This isn't what home suppose to be like.
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