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There's an unwritten law between University students who have to leave home and travel hundreds of kilometres away to "start a new life". It is that you don't let anyone know what you real feel in the depths of the night, when its cold and there's nobody around that you know or love, who know or love you. There's no acceptance, tolerance or understanding - everybody you meet seems to push you too hard or too fast or in the wrong direction. Nobody who leaves the safe confines of their childhood homes is supposed to tell the truth. But I'm sick of this "new life".
I just want to go home.
I just want to go home.