... I had someone to be my shelter from the world. Someone who lived nearby, and to whom I could run to every time I felt like giving up. Someone who would let me sneak in through their window in the middle of the night, so our parents wouldn't notice. And when their parents would ask them if they knew where I were, they would hide me in a closet or under the bed, and lie, because they believed I shouldn't have to go home if I didn't want to.
I'd wish, oh how I'd wish.
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