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Is it wrong to not want to be here, but to be everywhere; floating high, infinitely. Is it wrong to want to go back home, so soon, is it too soon? What if this isn't for me. Struggling with the concrete, it's not me, us or we. All one, flows endlessly. I want that, here, now. We are, but not all see. I want you to see it with me.
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
Back home is who you are
Is it wrong to not want to be here, but to be everywhere; floating high, infinitely. Is it wrong to want to go back home, so soon, is it too soon? What if this isn't for me. Struggling with the concrete, it's not me, us or we. All one, flows endlessly. I want that, here, now. We are, but not all see. I want you to see it with me.
sarah-jane5b
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
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