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I want nothing more than to go home. I want to see my family again, I want to lay in my bed, I want to laugh with my friends. I can't, though, I'll never get home. I'll never feel the raw sun beaming on my skin, I'll never have late-night talks with my best friend. I am no longer a part of society, I am stranded here.
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