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I've always been at home.
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Broken Cassette
PoetryI can't remember what it felt to be. I never knew what it was meant to be. I just knew I was supposed to be there. I guess I'll never know. What was it, again? What was the purpose? You made me feel loved. You made me feel love. We weren't meant to...
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Home.
I've always been at home.
