A little bit about me: I've moved around so much in my life, I'm 26 years old right now and this is the 40th house I've lived in. I know that my soul/spirit is not of this world. I wrote a poem in an attempt to contact my REAL home. Here it is:
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I would like to exercise alot.
Drink living water. Paper & pen.
What else would I need?
A loving family and support network.
Clothes, shelter, etc.
Come to me, because you are so far.
Would I even know or recognize
if I found you in disguise?
Open my eyes,so I can see
how my home truly is to be
I hope it's good
and not like the hood
I hope it's greater than Hearst Castle
If it's on another planet,
Tell me the name of it. Now, please.
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