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taste of a life so perfect

Got a taste of a life so perfect, now you say that you're someone new...

I've seen the other side now.

It hasn't even been that long. But somehow, something draws me to this life, this world. It's not perfect, but it's the closest I've ever felt.

This is my home. Finally, a place where I can truly belong and just exist as me.

But now if I have to leave, I'll know what I'm missing. Even if they can take me out of this, they can never take it out of me. It's a part of me, the truest part of me.

I want to be part of this world. I want to make it mine. But I know I can't. This is the only time they'll let me try. Come spring, it'll be back to how it was before. And come fall, I'll be even more forced into something I can't escape. 

Please, someone, help me. I need to be able to make this my life. I want to make this my life. Fuck what they think. Fuck being realistic. If this is what idealistic hope feels like, then let me just be idealistic, damnit. I finally have something to look forward to.

Good for you, good for you...