"Could a feeling be so wrong? Why I left you for so long. Home. Though I miss you more each day there was nothing you could say, I had to go my way: show them I was older now and not some toy that they could play with. Tell me how everything I need today is? Lost, only traces on faces that won't remember me now. Yes I'm going back there somehow. Lost where my memory waits for me. Home is where I belong"
January 1, 1970
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