Looking in from the outside..standing at the outskirts of a dark place once called home, I know how easy it would be to just give in and return.
As I step into the world, standing on familiar ground, I see the sights I have seen time and time again..yet I feel like a tourist, I feel like a foreigner. I'm not quite welcome since they know where I now reside.... but at the same time, am aware of the invitation to stay..that is... if I promise to stay.
The enticing invitation filled with false promises.. An invitation to 'freedom' into a world which in the end would emprison me. A world to which I would become a slave.
The world.. Its just not what used to be.
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