its hard to look at your home and say goodbye. its hard to understand it won't be there. its hard to look at your dog, and your desk, and the sheets of your bed and realize they don't need you. the spaces of carpet you haven't seen for years, walls bare, and card board boxes. and suddenly I want nothing more than to keep it. to keep it in me.
because maybe Im not me without it.
and that scares me.
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