I don't know where I am anymore.
Who am I, what am I supposed to do?
I feel like my work life is pulling my arm, my family is pulling the other, all my friends grasping my legs and my Heavinly Father pulling at my heart. I know I've been gone, but why does everyone I've ever known want to see me when I go home. I want to see the people I want to
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