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[_hello_dystopia]

home,
i try to drink in so much of you when i am there. i pray that my pores will absorb the sunshine and store it for the days that are filled by fog. this place is not my home; i am not meant to be here. i am the extra puzzle piece that will not fit anywhere; i have not found my niche, and i'm losing hope that i ever will. 

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[byroc]

ditto.