I think it's quintessential to hate your home town,
the one you can't get out of,
the one that won't get out of you,
the one that stays with you where ever you go, like itchy maintenance tags on clothes that you with all your heart want to cut off but can't because the fear that it would ruin that pretty dress holds you back, and even if you do cut it off, some part still stays beacuse it's sewn with your very being.
How do you get rid of something that is in your very bones, that makes you who you are?
How do you get rid of your own self?
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To be five and ignorant again!
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