*When you've grown up being
called a stranger wherever
you go, you learn to make
home of whatever ground
of little discomfort you
find, you play deaf to
insults and jeers
you hide your
tears and
promise
yourself that
someday you'll
find a home for you
and teach yourself to
believe that lie because
the reality of truth's
too bitter for
you to take it
anymore...*
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 10:51 AM UTC
*When you've grown up being
called a stranger wherever
you go, you learn to make
home of whatever ground
of little discomfort you
find, you play deaf to
insults and jeers
you hide your
tears and
promise
yourself that
someday you'll
find a home for you
and teach yourself to
believe that lie because
the reality of truth's
too bitter for
you to take it
anymore...*
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