One minute I lauph at it and the next I cry. I can;t seem to balance out my emotions toward those words. When I lauph I feel like my life is worth more than their hate towards me. I am strong and ready to do the impossible. But when I am sad I cry over and ask my seft questions why can't I be loved by them. I am so weak and hopeless. I become trash smelling liquor and�the smoke fumes across the street. I am strong and I am weak, they both are confusing.
If only to have something constant to help me find that ballance. To feel complete and be a success for life. Right now I can't forfill any of my dreams. I can't even wake up for a breakfast. I don't even have a place to call home. A home is a place you go when you have no where else to go. And it feels good there. But being forced to leave does not feel good.
I felt home once in a very weird way. It was not in a place but in someones heart.
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