The Slender Man -Coming October 31st 2015-

The Slender Man -Coming October 31st 2015-

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Home... It's a place where you belong. It doesn't have to be a house, it doesn't have to be a mansion, doesn't even have to be some where with family. It's just a place where in your heart you know you belong. I was six when I moved away from my home. It was when things got rough,the time when we really needed to stay, but we left, and I didn't even know why though, hell I can barley even remember my life before I was six...but that's normal right? What happens when I finally return home, and he's waiting for me? Who's he though? I don't even know... All I know is he's tall, Skinny, and wants... Me... Home.
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Home.

"Don't make homes out of people. This will leave you homesick and sad, missing arms that cannot hold roofs, hearts with shaky foundations." I made a home out of him. He was where I curled up and cried. He was where I felt most comfortable. He was where no makeup was worn. He was my foundation. He built me up, but I never felt like I was truly his home. I knew I was his true home, but I felt like nothing but his guest house, where he'd stay when he was drunk or just had a lot on his mind. Where he'd crash when he was on a downfall. Where he felt most comfortable, sometimes... Only sometimes. But, I still loved him... I had no place to judge him, seeing as though I wasn't even a halfway house when we met... I just wish my home was more welcoming sometimes. I wish my home had warm colors on his walls so I could feel more at ease sometimes. I wish my home had no doors so he wouldn't be able to shut me out so often. I wish my home was made out of something other than bricks and steel so he couldn't be so cold sometimes.. One night, he told me, "As long as I'm your home... You'll never need any other shelter." So, I stayed. And, I got adjusted to those black and white walls and those hard doors and that foundation made of bricks and steel. I made a home out of him, and I'm living comfortably sheltered from the world. And, I'm afraid I'll never be able to move out.

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