Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?"
I've been singing this song all week, annoying the hell out of people. Unlike Dorothy, however, I am searching for a home, rather than wishing I could go back. The home I have come to know all too well holds way too many memories for me to stay much longer. I fear for my sanity, as well as my future. My friends will soon be leaving, for college, work, and whatever. Me and a handful of people will be left behind, nursing those memories that staying here will bring. One by one, the ones who remain will dwindle, fleeing this place. This town. This hell. Is this place I live in home?
-Cecilio
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