So, the other side of the world is still not escaping? How could I be living at home? How could I be back there when everything that passes my eyes is foreign and the only thing I have to make myself at home is to remind myself of home? You have no idea. Or maybe I had no idea. I thought that being here would put me out of reach. Maybe being out of a reach is a decision I haven't yet decided to make? Maybe I like it better this way?
Why do you think I am a slave to the situation? I could not be further away, you could not be further away. I will make the choice, to remove you, to miss you, even when I don't need too. I do not need to prove myself, I have done that over and over again. You will be sorely missed but at some point, the realisation must kick in, that I, chose this. I choose not to leave you behind. That is where I make the difference, the distinction between slavery and freedom.
I think we are superstars.
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