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this place is not my home. but I don't know where home is this is the closest I have ever come (in two years I will be twenty) (in three I will be twenty one) my Spirit shall not abide in man forever, for he is flesh will I ever find a place of my own (it all comes back to the old dream of the landowner, the homestead, the acres and harvest) sometimes I feel like I'm searching for a way to quit this earth and carve out a place in the belly of the universe and call it my own (will I be safe/happy/loved then) my alma mater is not my mother and neither is the holy ****** every non home has a shadow (my mother has a power over me)
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Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
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this place is not my home. but I don't know where home is this is the closest I have ever come (in two years I will be twenty) (in three I will be twenty one) my Spirit shall not abide in man forever, for he is flesh will I ever find a place of my own (it all comes back to the old dream of the landowner, the homestead, the acres and harvest) sometimes I feel like I'm searching for a way to quit this earth and carve out a place in the belly of the universe and call it my own (will I be safe/happy/loved then) my alma mater is not my mother and neither is the holy ****** every non home has a shadow (my mother has a power over me)
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Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
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