Home
This isn't my home.
My home... Is not rubble.
It is not dirt.
It is beautiful.
Renowned.
Respected.
Marveled.
Something to dream of.
Not anymore.
It is dirt.
Rubble.
I guess I never grew up.

Home
This isn't my home.
My home... Is not rubble.
It is not dirt.
It is beautiful.
Renowned.
Respected.
Marveled.
Something to dream of.
Not anymore.
It is dirt.
Rubble.
I guess I never grew up.
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