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I want to go home. Everyday seems such a struggle. The tools you gave me seem so grand but without direction they circle in confusion. Moments of brilliance blind the eyes of those close. I’m ready to go home. Some say struggles create strength. Struggle with an end creates strength, while struggles in tunnels create missing persons. To give up the fight and conform will surly be the end. Today, tomorrow there will be no difference. I hear you calling and it is beautiful. Tomorrow cannot come too soon.