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The space I stay is home, also not home.
The roommates I have are home members, but temporary cohabitation warrants no real companionship.
Escape is far-fetched and can be deadly as I am not accustomed to life outside of the city.
I’m stuck here like an animal in the zoo.
Struggling and compromising: in the end, I'm passively accepting the space that I live.
Buried under hopes and dreams, all that is left in the metropolitan life is its glamour.
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