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Everyone comes to the habitat for a reason
After all the only way to really find the habitat is to look for it. It's only spoken of in whispers and lost glances. The idea of it seems absurd to most.
A place for those who aren't happy.
A place for those who don't fit in.
A place where misfits can gather and find a home.
I came to the habitat for a reason.
I wasn't happy.
But I found a place where I could realize that that's okay.