They are your home. It tears you apart. Should have never left. Should have stayed. Being apart from them leaves a huge hole in my chest. Homesick. Really sick, my heart is sick.
I can't believe the time is gone. As if it died. As if time died. The time of your being, the time you have grown up, into, and finally out. That is homesickness. It's almost too much to bear. Lump in my throat. How could I ever leave. I haven't left at all, my heart's always there.
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