Safe Haven

We all have our Safe Haven, our own sanctuary per se. Maybe that is a universal thing.

My Mother’s hometown—is my safe haven. Everything about the place is giving me the chills, i guess ‘change’ is now applied.

There are a lot of things that happened that made me hate this place.

And here I am again, at the place. The place that was once my safe haven.

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