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Sep 2017
The place I call home isn't easy to find,That place that is deeper within my mind

Slowly walking on thin white vague ambiguous lines
My social life becomes a spiral of lies that control my love for Him who died and rose as Christ

Only I will understand this place called home in my mind.

It's a tattered city with emulsified lives!
My week as been crazy and revealing as people know me in depth the only place I have to hide is in my mind
Snave
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Snave  25/M/Somewhere
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