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May 2015
Sometimes I feel I am not for this world
I belong to some distant star, far away
Or deep under the ocean
where the currents will rock me to sleep
I lie awake in my own bed,
in my own house, forever whispering
'I want to go home'
I don't yet know where home is
maybe one day, maybe one day
Georgia Marginson-Swart
Written by
Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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