A place I have ran to. A place I have ran from. Why do I run from anything? It's a place that has become haunted, but it's a part of me, always. The roads of Scio hold so many memories, ones I long to reach again. I hold them all so close, and try to remember details. Scared I will forget them one day. It's a place where I know I am loved. Always thought and felt I had to do something wonderful. Who's to say what I am doing now isn't wonderful? The small town air is beautiful to me. At times it can get old, but it's ok....it's home. People there smile, really smile. We may not have much, but we have each other. That's all that matters really.... "Going away sometimes brings us home"
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