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[woke_up_here]

And I think about going home, and I am afraid. I know that, as these seconds tick by, my world is changing. I'm not afraid of what this place has become- its metamorphasis into this merciless void into which the mind and soul of th young mind are drawn and stripped of all that is creative and unique- To be honest that change was a falsehood; I only

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[alcoholic_poet]

Hey, you.