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4 years ago
This place that I have lived in on and off through my childhood no longer feels like a safe place. It feels like a trap that keeps dragging me back every time I think I have escaped. Twice I have fled and twice I have returned, defeated. Maybe the possibility of escape is only an illusion. The search for an apartment is all consuming, an animal’s drive to have a safe den, but it doesn’t get me anywhere.
