I know I live there.
Doesn't make wanting to go home any less reasonable.
I want to go home every evening.
And hug my mum and feel warm and guilty and happy for all the days wretchedness that she is so blind to. Drop my horns and fix the halo for a nanosecond.
I love it when people are biased. They are why I want to be good.
Even if that is for the tiniest fluttering and even though I know that ultimately I am not going to do anything about it. Anything at all.
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