I'm on my way home, but does it feel like home? No. It feels like a place I use to call home, with a few things there that belonged to me. Now it's just a place, with a few faces and little memories. The welcome home, is more of cold greeting from a stranger as I walk through the door. My room is no longer recognizable, with posters the new owner of the room put up. I get the lovely couch with the over sized pillow to rest my head in the livingroom. The television is an old friend and updates me on characters that I've forgotten, and I find myself thinking, was I better off staying here and never seeing what's outside my home town, or leaving a warm home to go out to the cold reality of life?
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