I am molded of something other. Not quite here, never was I really there. Ambivalent, nebulous. At one point I had vehemently decided that I had been searching for a home. For years I was told I WAS home. I was where I belonged, so why did I feel the need to break out so defiantly? But never once did I ever feel in place. I had to find out where it
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