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Oct 2014
I was 12 years old
and I lost my home
my house was still there
but It didnt feel right
so I searched for my home
everywhere I could
whether it was at the bottom of a bottle
or the end of the filter
I hadnt slept for days
and eaten for more
because I knew those things
would just get in the way
so I stayed up past night and into the morning
looking for my home
but my home is gone
my home is gone
my home is gone
I just wish i knew where it is, so I could get some sleep
Jacob
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Jacob  New Orleans
(New Orleans)   
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   Ann Voge and Erenn
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