minimalism

Everyone wants an Argentina.
A place where the slate is wiped clean.
But the truth is Argentina is just Argentina.

No matter where we go we take ourselves
and our damage with us.

So is home the place we run to
or is it the place we run from?
A way to hide out in places where we're accepted,
unconditionally.

Places that feel more like home to us.
Because we can finally be who we are.

-Dexter

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I never found the right words to describe why I left... until now. You either understand, or you never will.