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Home wasn't always this way, at least according to the rose tinted recollections of men and women aged far past their useful years, and as each bleak, monotonous day eases ever so slowly into the next, as I lie awake at night terrified of what is to come, I at least try, no matter how nonsensical and impossible it sounds to reassure myself of this:

It wasn't always this way.