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Mar 2014
Never have I felt so low.
Never have I felt so full of woe.
Panicking, convulsing on the floor.
My mother, full of anguish, slams the door.

Has my life been reduced to this?

*Slammed doors?
Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr
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Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr  My Home Is Wherever I Go
(My Home Is Wherever I Go)   
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