I wonder if I pass this place because it’s what’s familiar. If I drive past just to see what it’s like now, now that we’ve all moved on. Empty honestly. But a lot of things happened in that place. It wasn’t a home, it was just temporary. I hurt a lot inside that temporary place. Always wondering if I was ever going to get out. I did. But for some reason, I pass it still. Still thinking of what used to be.
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