trapped. voluntarily home grown, fed and bored to tears of this place. so comfortable and stable because i am used to it. i expect it. i can handle it because i have my whole life.
it's time to fuck myself up a bit in NEW ways.
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I have never had a hometown. They've been plural upon plural, and there have been places I've never lived that have been home. I envy people who have a hometown, but I also like my gypsy life. I've been around.
In the only terrain that matters, I do have a hometown--it is I. As long as I remember to bring me with me, and I do tend to cling, I'm home.
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