I fell asleep again, it was weird not being stuck in my room, I'd spend the whole time sleeping in my room.So as usual I spent my the time on the train sleeping as I held my younger brother close.
Sometimes I would close my eyes and think about how life would be like if it was different, and if I didn't leave home. How I would act, how I would feel.
Would I feel happy?
Would I be with my parents?
Who would I be?
Would I be the same as who I am now?
Would I be more social, persistently talking.
So many questions...
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Train to Death's Rail
Non-FictionHome? What is a place you're always safe in? Your home, right? But to me, that's all wrong. I left, would've it been better if I hadn't?
