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You see, being born somewhere different is really really tricky.
Because the thing is, we don’t really get to choose. We get born, and where we’re born, well, that’s just where we’re born. Where, to which family, to whatever living conditions we arrive at. And sometimes we have the chance to make things better for ourselves. But sometimes we aren’t given that chance. Maybe the place we were born started out wonderful and magnificent and Home but it didn’t stay that way. And sometimes we are forced, SERIOUSLY forced to leave. And then we really start to rely on the kindness of strangers. But what if there was no kindness? No asylum?
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