There will be times when you can’t go home. There will be times when your resolve will feel so completely worn, as if it’s paper-thin. The water flowing through your skin will go from 70-100, the heart and mind and bones becoming a flooded ocean. Lost at sea inside your own cells. You will have realized by now that you no longer know yourself. I am no one. I am malleable, breakable. I am whatever you need me to be. 
When there is no where to run to, how do you go home? 

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