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Jul 2021
Im going home again
still confused as ever,
as to where my heart resides.
Im flying cross an ocean
to try and find
a normal life.
Home,
the word feels empty,
false,
a lie.

I dont know where
I fit anymore.
I feel adrift,
a hollow core.
And nothing's real
and nothing's fine.
Owen
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Owen  27/M/Ft. Campbell TN
(27/M/Ft. Campbell TN)   
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