Home, by Beautiful Strange
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I fell so relaxed and at ease
I can do what i want and not feel like a freak
I really feel like I belong somewhere
It doesn't matter what I do or say
I can yell or talk low, it's all up to me
No one is riding my ass to do the right thing
I can walk around naked and feel good about my body
No one is judging me and calling me a fat ass
I can do anything and I'm not wierd
I may not be like everyone else but who wants to be
ordinary
I am totally content with doing nothing
I can chill by myself or with friends
So peacful....I miss it
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Posted: 2009-12-18 03:51:22 UTC |
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2009-12-18 04:52:03 | Convalescence |
I miss home too. Thanks for the coment on my poem. So, why do u miss home? |