every time i talk i never feel like i get out what i'm trying to say. everytime i get to where i'm going i get an itch to leave. maybe i'll find what i'm looking for wherever i'm about to be. i don't know a single soul who thinks like i do, or is in the same weird in between where i am. i want a home. some where i feel safe. i want what i've always
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