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am i home yet?
being here, it doesn't feel like home.
then again, being there, they don't welcome me like home.
so i am lost between the two. stuck. immobile.
living there for so long and yet, nobody believes that it is my home.
proving myself is too frustrating and the people are too ignorant.
of course, nothing changes, move a thousand miles away and over 2 oceans.
still everything is the same. except this time i feel like the tourist.
i am the one that doesnt allow myself to feel at home. i am the ignorant.
i frustrate myself. i frustrate others.
no matter how much i try, i don't want to make this my home.
this is just temporary. this is my waiting.
i am in slow replay. motions are being carried out, years are being filled. time is passing.
and yet i am waiting. waiting for mylife to move on. for me to find my home.
it wasnt in my past, or my present so the only hope i have is in my future. i pray.
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