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The No Home Zone
As much as I want a new start, I’m scared. I’m tired of always having to start over. I live a nomadic lifestyle. Changing course as the wind blows. How long I’ll stay no one really knows. To have roots. To belong. To be missed and wanted. Does anyone really care? Does anyone really understand I exist out of a ledge all by myself? Looking out on the large expanse of the world; wishing if just for once I’d have a love. I’d have genuine friends. I’d have a home.
It is funny to read your notes and see that you were falling asleep while writing. It just turns into chicken scratch and the scribbles. I tend to fall asleep and mess up the part of the notes that I really need.
Jack In A Box…yea. Don’t try the Big Cheeseburger. I took like 4 bites and then went to McDonald’s for a 4 piece chicken mcnuggets. I would not recommend the Big Nasty Cheeseburger. The Oreo Shakes are good though.
Its’ ridiculous when you can smell someone’s cologne from inside their care with the windows rolled up. Brotha doused himself early this morning.
Where is Faith Evans?
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