Home. A strange word to... «Roses and Rot»
RamingoWS27 марта 2017Home. A strange word to think about. The house I grew up in was never home, and I had left it as soon as I could. After that, I had moved through a series of temporary places. Dorm rooms, cheap apartments, two months on a friend`s couch when things were tight. Most of them had been no more than addresses. None of those places felt like mine.
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