A home not mine

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As I sit in bed and watch the days pass by like the car on the road. I realize the little moments mean the most. Every laugh, every hug and warm embrace that starts with a hello. Lonely comes when goodbyes are near. The food is horrible and often unidentifiable. The need for an extra blanket some times reminds you of the cold. However when the room temperature is in the 90s, winter feels like the tropics except I see snow outside. Cars pass by on the icy road by day and beautiful sunsets over the trees in the evening. The bed is rock hard.. the toilet paper is rough.. as are the towels. The staff tries their best to be kind. The staff also tries their best to keep my roommates and I safe. I just wish we could solve the mystery of why my clothes disappear in the laundry. Maybe the dryer eats my clothes. I may never find out. My room is quaint like a closet, but having my own space is nice but its not mine. This space I call home now is not mine.

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