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Jan 2014
I wish I could stop falling, stumbling over myself.
For once, I want to stand still.

I'm always walking,
Traveling towards some unknown destination.
Always slightly askew, carrying my life in my bag.
I'm never fully resting, never really at satisfied.

Even if my feet stop moving,
**My heart is never home.
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