I live in the place where they live. I do laundry and try to eat alone. I live a life that starts and ends inside a four corner room. Sometimes, living alone makes me realize to stop the longing for independence. It’s not that easy and it is always been never easy. Not unless, I guess, you have all the wealth.
I live in a dorm where students used as living and sleeping quarters. But for me it’s not just an ordinary place. It’s a home, a place where I can find refuge and safety, a place without adults.
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