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a none willing nomad of the fucking world
never called a place 'home' once i realized it didn't exist
just shelter, food, and drink
now i've had hell away from the house i live
pain on top of pain at the dr then
everything just crumbled. everything
so i came to my house
into my room. the closest 'home' i have
and i realize... yes. for now this is a home. and it is empty and i am alone. a moment of happiness shattered.
yeah.. home..
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