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Tiny but not a dancer
I have to see people I hate everyday and pretend I'm alright but it kills me. Even now I'm just going through the motions, half-living everyday and not really paying any attention. I said I needed to go home and they said I'm already here.
It doesn't feel like home.
It doesn't feel like home.
Published 24th Feb 2015
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