This place is cold. Strange.
Not like home.
This place is foreign. Alien.
Not like home.
Uncertainty engulfs me.
Penetrates me.
Weighs me down.
It makes me sink in a sea of a strange language. Strange custom.
Where am I.
All I want, is to go home.
But, where is home?
Was it the place where I came into this world?
The place where I grew up?
Many HERE, tell me this is true.
But many THERE, tell me it is not.
No home?
If I have no home, then how can I know who I am?
Who I was? Who I am going to be?
If I have no home, then how can I know where I am from?
Where I am going?
What do they know? The ones here. The ones there.
They do not get to decide.
Only I decide.
Only I, know who I was.
Who I am.
Who I'm going to be.
Only this is true.
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