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Nov 2014
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I've never been near snow or seen it in person, however many of my past lovers have frost bite coursing through their veins, in what is considered the sunniest state of all. I had an unbreakable habit of calling everywhere I slept home. Almost every state I had come across recognized my accent. Dear Fort Worth , you are a terribly lonely place. Your inhabitants overbred as if there was a spark of hope that one of you would get out of there. L.A, there is not a single thing New York doesn't have of yours besides ****. Little Rock, if you happened to be a human girl you would be beautiful and I would've most likely made love to you. I conquered the country I was bred to worship, I pledge of alleigance to the flag of countless landmarks. I pledge of alleigance to the false ideology of the American dream. I suppose traveling among this country is giving me the desire to keep something. No, to be kept. But I'm tired of walking, I'm tired of driving, I'm tired of the train that I hear each day at 6:00 am. I remember a time when I woke up to the grim reaper. I smiled as they thought it was because I was happy to see them. Truthfully, I was just happy that I woke up.
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