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*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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Written by
ignatius-hosiana
30 / M
Published
Jun 14, 2016
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19·66
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#war#peace#home#melancholy#lonesome#refugee#standout#migrants
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