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This place has gotten me so miserable, yeah I've met wonderful characters and stringed a few. I've made reasonable friends, am sure that would make my mother proud. The memories I hold are simply unmatched, nonetheless I am not home. I feel as if my spirit refuses to settle in, my blood boils in my own silence. I just can't help the cravings of a decent conversation in my native tongue or the exotic foods undiscovered. I crave to root myself immensely in my culture, unequivocally I'll be whole again. No place like home
Going with the emotions
Every day I am a ***** to the heartache and it just doesn't seem to be ending anytime soon. I have learnt to be okay with it all though, simply because I have known pain from the day I was born and there has never been a better feeling I have known. I have evolved, adapted and came to piece with the facts of my story and found true happiness within my self.
Teased as you roam around in the empty spaces. My only mistake was to try and grasp your skin...sadly reality kicked in, back in this cluttered floors with tiny room to breath.

i miss you
In desperation band
heartaches, I
searched to find his
physical presence
until he reminded
me "I AM”
I get tired of dead voices within. For a moment I look outside my self with intentions to buffer my self-destruction only to find I am better within myself, pure in my own hurt than to open to a more dead world.
I keep thinking I'll wake up
Sadly on and on the heart drums
And the dream goes on
Or so I think

Prisoner to hope
Sometimes I wonder why things go sour all at once.
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