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Mar 2014
There is a war in my veins through the floods and fireworks there is a war my tongue is a battlefield littered with the corpses of nostalgia and love this is my home but this is not my home the words won't form on my lips they are not foreign, they are angry and frightened and lost and I
I am ashamed.
My mother has a gun to her head and refuses to let me come any closer.
went to a funeral today, couldn't communicate with the elders.
canada canada canada canada
been trying to make it sound like home
just comes out as canada.
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kanda
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