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"I'm home"
I spoke as my voice echoed in the thick four corners of the house. I wished and prayed someone would speak, someone would welcome me even though I knew that no one would.
I always futilely spoke, though no one would care.
I'm alone and its silent.
It fucking hurts and at the same time, hilarious.
of all the attention I get, how ironic. how funny that I'm alone.
just the only thing, just the only people, the only people I wanted to accept me.
