As I sit and watch the sun rise, I feel at home for the first time in years. The cold sends shivers up my spine, and my breath hangs on the air like fog. Stale cigarettes and empty bottles are scattered on the frosty grass. I think back to before we met, and remember what it was like to be alone in a world filled with fake friends and fake family, drowning in a sea of no hope. I gave and gave until there was nothing left but hate for myself and everyone around me. When I felt like my world was about to collapse, you held out your hand and pulled me out of this mess. You showed me how to live again. We sit and talk and I realise how much we are alike. I'll never be able to tell you how much you mean to me. As we sit and watch the sun rise, I feel at home for the first time in years.
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