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I unpacked my boxes In the comfort of my new home the comfort it was real & I unpacked my boxes; good and bad and I let them spill out everywhere & I loved the way that my belongings looked beautiful and belonging and it was happy I opened up the blinds and I loved it even more and I decided to stay But the sad fact It was a rental, the landlord your emotions and the currency was not sunlit windows
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Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
rental home
I unpacked my boxes In the comfort of my new home the comfort it was real & I unpacked my boxes; good and bad and I let them spill out everywhere & I loved the way that my belongings looked beautiful and belonging and it was happy I opened up the blinds and I loved it even more and I decided to stay But the sad fact It was a rental, the landlord your emotions and the currency was not sunlit windows
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Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
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