I learned too late in life that a person can’t be a home. I still wanted to live inside every beautiful person I met. Inside their laugh, inside their crooked smile, inside their heart. 

I wanted to live in someone else’s skin. I wasn’t looking for a home, I was looking for an escape from myself. Someone who could successfully distract me from myself. 
At the end of the day, I’m still stuck with myself no matter who I fall asleep next to at night. 

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