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I don't want to move away, and I don't want to grow old. I want to be 18 forever and live in this big red house with the pretty flowered trees and the overflowing ashtray on the back porch. I want to wake up every day in the same bed and stare at the same walls and cross the footbridge to get everywhere. I want there to always be laughter in the next room. I want, more than anything in the whole world, to call this place home forever.
Maybe I've never really experienced heartache until now.
Maybe I've never really experienced heartache until now.