I don't know anymore.

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I've never liked coming home, or at least never coming back to the place I live. Even when I've done nothing wrong, I always suspect something at "home" will be out of place. Nothing ever happens, but it did when I was younger. If I was with my mom, I would worry the house would be on fire because she left the stove on and passed out, or, she would

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*hugs* You should run away and come live with us.