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[desiarthoe]

I am in my room, staring at a moldy ceiling with my headphones on;

But I am not in my room; I am 12, lying on my back, on a playground far away

The grass is slightly wet from dew, it stains my jeans while an empty swing creaks a few feet away from me, nudged by a gentle wind

I am 12 yet I carry the same melancholia I have at 26, the world is too heavy to bear and too large to feel like home