so i was writing today- and i realized that I keep viewing any home i have as a restrictive place, somewhere where i'm trapped in my own head and can't escape my thoughts screaming at me. growing up, home was where mom and dad ruled; at ksu, i lived in the place i referred to as "the palace of exile", and now i have my apartment, which really
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