I have purpose in my house.
I have place.
It may not be what I like, but I enjoy it.
I may be labeled as one thing, but I like having the label.
I may be in full disorder here, but I love the mess.
The arguments, the cussing, every little aspect of home I like.
Yes, the leash leaves imprints but at least they show signs that the leash exists.
Given I do love freedom I also enjoy the reason behind its lack here.
Thanks for the love.
Thanks for the freedom and its lack.
Thanks.
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