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mecca.
*05.02.03* @ *11:40 a.m.*
she's like mecca,
and i'm like the home
you are trying to escape.
like the homes we grew up in
with heavy fists and loud silence.
she's like the mecca
you will never travel to
because it's easier to hope for her
than to take that risk.
it's easier for you to dream
than to live.
i was going to show you
that dreaming is good and all
but living, well,
it's so much better.
but you can't live with me
if you're dreaming of her.
you can't love me
if you are still in love with her.
so go to mecca.
but fucking know that,
well son,
you can't come home
because home won't be the same
after you've been to mecca.