This home is not a safe one, and by definition not a home, this is a place of anger and yelling and pain and then of hate and silence and misery in discomfort.
A home is supposed to be a place for comfort, and shelter and united morals meant to better the environment, but this one is not. It the place we are supposed to fall back on when the rest of the world is crumbling, but instead it is just as decayed and destroyed and foul as any soiled corner of every street in any slum, it is only here until we have the resources to get out of here, and every waking minute I'm here I wish I weren't.
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