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home
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dallas
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This word is not in here, either? Man. This website is as close to home as anything else in my life. I just think of home as wherever I happen to be. I am a wanderer.
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990110
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adam
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is where she was, but now i don't know where that is. so i'm homeless...maybe im just a nomad...wandering.
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ceorl
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is where the dog lives
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990420
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Zed
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My friend just got a new home. On a park. But its a tiny little place. Steve lives around the cornered.
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uncle aussie
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for me, http://www.compassnet.com/aussie
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lokkust
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"What's it going to be then, eh?" H O M E is where Alex went with his three droogs after drinking vellocet at The Korova Milkbar... it was real horrorshow, O my brothers...
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991109
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me?
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Darkness fell upon the garden As I sadly sat alone Dreaming of the end of summer And again the end of home Our love was like a flowing river Deeper still than what it seemed It consumed my waking hours Creeping deep into my dreams
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991111
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amy
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nope, you have to stay on the merry-go-round. sorry.
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R.A.I.N.
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dropping crumbs and flying thumbs won't help me get back home. the home is where the heart is i've been told. as i promised my heart to her she cooked it medium well. then proceeded to swallow it whole.
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ac
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know home and comfort and things that heal you without your understanding them.
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000221
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rabbit of the morning
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let's go home. this world is tiring.
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000415
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MollyGoLightly
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It's my reflection in someone's eye.
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000416
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Free
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To me home is not some place. Home is where I am. Home is a feeling.
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000416
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tarin
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is where you always are. when you realize that you're there, you're there. and when you remember being there, you wonder how it is that you could have possibly ever forgotten.
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000509
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emily
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i don't think it's where my heart is...
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000519
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Betsy
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A most wonderful place. Full of love, laughter, happiness, and joy. Tears and sadness. A crazy place at times. With five incrediable kids. Ashley; smart, witty, determined. Austin; funny, warm, sensitive. Cassidy; practical, caring, honest. Kristin; thoughtful, smart, still in search of herself. Lucas; A bright young man, eager, smart, agreeable. A wonderful man, Bill; funny, sexy, smart .. my soulmate Home is a wonderful place, so full and so very fullfilling!
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000715
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birdmad
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something i once spent a few months without
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000716
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Zoe
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home ... something i dread to be in. it's hellish and cold. i've always dreamed of a better one. then i realized that everyone's is as bad as mine.
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000716
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Barrett
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Home again, I like to be there when I can. When I come home, cold and tired, it's good to warm my bones beside the fire.
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000726
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stuck between 2 worlds
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I don't know if I just left mine or if I just came back to it.
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000805
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just wondering
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who's Steve?
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000805
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just came home
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is not where the heart is. It's where the bed and the refrigerator are.
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000805
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misstree
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is not. is not a place, is not a feeling, is not security or knowing that your stuff will be there when you get back, is not friends to greet you or a place to rest your head or family or pets or a tv. it just isn't anywhere.
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001116
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Barrett
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...and far away... across the field, the tolling of the iron bell calls the faithful to their knees... to hear the softly spoken magic spell.
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001116
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startfires
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run, rabbit run. dig that hole for get the sun. you better run.
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001116
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daxle
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so I'm home again but I feel like a guest here and my head is filled with all of the problems I've left behind (or I guess this means, have not left behind) someone tell me what the perfect thing to do is because I can't tell anymore just as I thought I was finally getting out of the water, my whole life comes crashing down on me again it happened so easily, so quickly, that it... I don't know... what I feel it just like, here I am, why do I bother, regardless I'm going to keep going, not knowing why, sometimes suffering, occillating eternally
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001216
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bonny
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again, jiggedy jig. Cold in the morning and the blinds are too naked save my retinae the snow and ice I think I missed the party on new year's, my friend I kissed my old friend called and wished me well I wish she would again so I could hear that bell.
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010117
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lizard
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doesn't exist anymore.
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010118
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Dafremen
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is little more, these days, than a combination hotel, restaurant and phone booth.
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010219
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Chrity
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go to: i_have_words
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010408
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Sol
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anyplace you hang your hat, you know that that is home
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010419
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Sol
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we are essentially nomad by nature, but by social pressure we contradict our instinct and 'settle' in one place. our homes become more than a simple sleeping place, a centre for our lives, they become indicative of our social standing, our taste, our mental health, our income, etc. try to view it as simply a building, you occupy it for now, but you are a passing memory for it, i certainly am, my house is over 300 years, old. what makes it 'mine' how can we possible claim to own it?
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010419
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lost
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home... what a new concept.
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010503
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Shugarhi
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Home is only the place where you find more complaints.
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010517
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Phil
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If I am in the universe, and your house is in the universe, am I in your house? Why do you let people get away with talking like this?
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casey
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So i wander the street forever and day, always seraching for that one place. A place where people accept me. A place I can be myself. I place where i am not rideculed or tormented. A place I can call home, is all i really want.
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010706
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psychobabe
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i'm afraid to be alone afraid you'll leave me when i'm gone i'm afraid to come back home I can not forget i live with regret i can not forget i live with... I'll LIVE through this I cant see through this I cant do this anymore!!
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010920
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argh
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home is awful when you are a teenager
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011007
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Casey
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I agree...home is where you make it. You like to see homo's naked? No no, home is where you make it. You like to see homo's naked, that's great. NO NO NO, Home is where you make it! Everyone knows that boy. ...He likes to see homos naked, well that doesn't help me none.
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011007
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daxle
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my previous blather ruined my life, in all honesty.
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011007
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DanetteTN915
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He said he loved me and I believed that he meant it. He was home to me. Walking in the rain. Cliches. Reaching inside my mind to know just what to say. Perfect manipulation, manifested in the form of a beautiful boy who couldn't handle me, but I like to think he tried.
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Toxic_Kisses
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I hope he's home when I call I've missed him so bad this past month, I tryed calling earlier last week but I guess he wasn’t there. We were best friends, he says we still are, but ever since he got that GF and met that 16 yr old (All pretty much in the time period of 4 days) I don't know, we use to be able to talk about anything and everything, yet the last few times we spoke it wasn’t the same. I just wish things were the way they use to be b4 she came into the picture. Now he just seems so distant, I know I deserve it after what I did but I don't want to lose him and the friendship we have/had. Please be home Frank E.
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sim
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How much this place belongs to me. It´s like a universe whereto i have outstreched sensing device tranceiver to an inner world a script to understand the source a tool to realise communication creates sense.
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011115
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ilovepatsajak
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whenever i'm alone with you...
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011115
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she
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i have no home.
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011216
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ClairE
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it's where i want to be pick me up and turn me round i come home she lifted up her wings i guess then this must be the place he said the wings line reminded him of me
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011216
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shiva
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i don't want to go.
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011217
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ilovepatsajak
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grab your things i've come to take you home
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ellen cherry charles
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the space in your heart that you reserve for your true self elusive and slippery as it may seem by this definition, i am rarely at home. despite the fact that i hardly ever travel in the physical sense.
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Arwyn
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I'm not sure where home is anymore. Is it where my past is? I don't think it can be, my past makes me so uncomfortable sometimes I have nightmares all night. Is it where my family is? Well then I have three homes. Where my mum is... where Logan's parents are and where ever logan is. I'm beginning to realize more and more each day though, that home is where Logan is. I feel wretched when I go "home" to mum's and he's not with me.. I can't even sleep well. I suppose that cheesy phrase is true... home is where your heart is...
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silentbob
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tonight i stopped by the apartments of different people i know. i met them and saw their place about three months ago. i told them i was moving to the city and they said to stop by once i got here. and when i did none of the people who lived there a few months ago were still there. i felt kind of sad. i don't really know if i'll ever see any of them again and it made me think about all the places we call home. i call the place i lived in for fifteen years home. i call the town i lived in for nearly 20 years home. i call the house i moved into yesterday home. but in reality i don't and have never really felt as though i belonged anywhere specifically. there have been places where i have felt comfortable enough to call home. places and people who have accepted and wanted me, desired my company. but really, no place seems like my place. i wonder if i'll ever find it. some town, some school, some building, some neighborhood, in the arms of some beautiful heartfelt moment that some would call infinite and others would call fleeting. so far the only place i really feel like is home is inside the machine of my body, looking out the caves of my eyes. i'm running it and it goes where i want it to and all that goes into it is what i put there. sometimes i feel like crying.
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jane
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great, now there's no h directory either...
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021125
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morphine.
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you are my i am your this is the .
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021223
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angie
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where is it? where did it go? i want it back...
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sterling625
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i have three homes currently... one in troy where i stay a lot of the time with my boyfriend, one in diamond point where my mom is (i have always have a home there), and the last is at college in north adams where i live in a town house with five other chicks (insane but cool). all of these places are special for me... i love all you guys!
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bethany
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where you sleep no thats a house where the people who you will always have will always be but what if you're not sure those people really will always be there through abortions and car wrecks and depression and pms and quitting jobs and knowing you by night if i never had one how can i think i can make one myself
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just
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How can you run "home" when it doesn't feel like it? How can you run "away" when you don't know where to go? And how can you hide when there's nothing in sight?
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030114
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just
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How can you come home to yourself when you don't know who the fuk that is?
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030114
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monsoon
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i cannot believe that no one has blathered hamster. come one now people. hamster? i've only just found this whateverthisis today, but, i mean... hamster.
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030126
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monsoon
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hamster hamster hamster
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030126
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nore
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dude, i blathered it, okay?
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030127
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monsoon
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and i appreciate that.
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030127
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fallen-Angel
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Violent upheavels of my soul, beaten and polished like a dream that left bruises and infections from garbage cans , that i made magic. Hospital beds and grave yards and skuzzy beer .Pittbulls named demise and where ever he pulls , Angels and turkey sandwiches and choc macroon boxes , and the star card pull over oceans .
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sad
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this is so unfair. i get this email today. she -never- TALKS to me; it's all post it notes and emails. "i just wrote you a note about picking you up something at Bi-Lo. Then I sat down and realized that I was trying to be nice, trying to accept you as a roommate, by offering you a little help by bringing you home some grocery item. But the real situation is that I really, really want you to move out. I will give you some time, but I would like my apartment back to myself absolutely as soon as possible. I don't want to live with anyone, not just not with you. I must have my own space back, completely mine, alone, secluded, free, private. I should never have invited you. I MUST live alone. Living with you, with a roommate, is making me very unhappy, miserable, and extremely stressed out. I can do it no longer." great. because of this pissy bitch's mood swings, i'm homeless. just fucking peachy.
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*~K
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I get that. I never have a place to stay for long either. I remember being in a box on a neighbor's porch and wondering what I did to deserve being thrown away by the world. Just crying... it was raining. the sky cried too. how I shivered then. I have a little virtual home, on neopets. all these little gardens. Sometimes, I wish it was real.
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030312
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endless desire
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i have very mixed feelings about my home. on one hand, i think it as a wonderful place. constantly filled with people and noise colour and falvour comfort and warmth and just an all around excitement. many of my friends enjoy this place. they are not accustomed to chaos, to them it is a foreign game that they may toy with lucky, they come and go as they please. but, my intial reaction to home. . . is anger and frustration to almost the blathe itself screaming, you want to know about my damn home? do you? see scrub see box and the loneliness of being surrounded by people. that kills me. i was so lonely but i was so surrounded. why the hell did that affect me so much? i just dont understand. and i dont mean to be so frustrated. and well, ill just stop while im ahead. i have very mixed feelings about my home.
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p2
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home is where the heart breaks
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030617
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p2
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A Home of Your Own You want to have A place all our own To mold and to shape And to make into "home" Away from our families And away from the stress A home with no pressures No one to impress Large windows to let The sunlight pour through We'd bask in the warmth With nothing to do It all sounds so perfect We'd live by the beach But it breaks my heart It's a dream I can't reach Now it isn't much And lacks a bit of charm But all I can offer Is a "home" in my arms
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030617
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Glory Box
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Had two dreams about your home, walking in welcome and unwelcome, waiting outside while you watch tv with my sister, wandering down the messy garden path in the twilit sunset. Each dream leaves me feeling awkward, extra, and I don't know where this feeling comes from but it radiates when I remember you.
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delial
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i'd like to walk through your front door idle into the kitchen plop down on a chair, rest my chin in my left hand, propped up by my elbow while lazily sipping from a coke through a straw i'd ssssssssuck up the last bit of it then i'd swallowandsay "so, did you ask about it?" and you'd turn around and nod hello, then say "well," ::closes drawer after retrieving a fork:: "I actually kinda forgot to ask," and we'd both laugh and i'd ask for another soda you'd say you didn't have any only orange juice but i'd say it was fine then you'd sit down across from me at the table and start eating the piece of cake from your brother's birthday party the day before [he's such a jerk, i'm glad i didn't go to it] so after a calm silence of me tapping my foot against the leg of my chair and you munching on your fork through the cake i'd ask if i could see that picture i'd sent you a few years ago and you'd say 'well, hold on, i think i stuck it in a drawer but i can't remember which one,' we'd walk upstairs you'd dig through until you found it and i'd take it from you and examine it and remember how long ago it was that i'd sent it and how happy i am we'd stayed friends this long i'd remember how i had always hoped i'd see the picture again not because i felt pained to part with it, no but because i'd hoped so much we'd be this close it's too bad that'll never happen you're home to me but i'm nowhere to you i'm used to it by now.
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voodoo
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your home feels like mine but it's not quite i spend more time there than my home my own pajamas my own side of the bed no toothbrush no clothes no showers but it's more of a home than mine because you're there
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Sam Vaknin
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The family is the mainspring of support of every kind. It mobilizes psychological resources and alleviates emotional burdens. It allows for the sharing of tasks, provides material goods together with cognitive training. It is the prime socialization agent and encourages the absorption of information, most of it useful and adaptive. This division of labour between parents and children is vital both to development and to proper adaptation. The child must feel, in a functional family, that he can share his experiences without being defensive and that the feedback that he is likely to receive will be open and unbiased. The only "bias" acceptable (because it is consistent with constant outside feedback) is the set of beliefs, values and goals that is internalized via imitation and unconscious identification. So, the family is the first and the most important source of identity and of emotional support. It is a greenhouse wherein a child feels loved, accepted and secure - the prerequisites for the development of personal resources. On the material level, the family should provide the basic necessities (and, preferably, beyond), physical care and protection and refuge and shelter during crises. Elsewhere, we have discussed the role of the mother (The Primary Object). The father's part is mostly neglected, even in professional literature. However, recent research demonstrates his importance to the orderly and healthy development of the child. He participates in the day to day care, is an intellectual catalyst, who encourages the child to develop his interests and to satisfy his curiosity through the manipulation of various instruments and games. He is a source of authority and discipline, a boundary setter, enforcing and encouraging positive behaviours and eliminating negative ones. He also provides emotional support and economic security, thus stabilizing the family unit. Finally, he is the prime source of masculine orientation and identification to the male child - and gives warmth and love as a male to his daughter, without exceeding the socially permissible limits. These traditional roles of the family are being eroded from both the inside and the outside. The proper functioning of the classical family was determined, to a large extent, by the geographical proximity of its members. They all huddled together in the "family unit" – an identifiable volume of physical space, distinct and different to other units. The daily friction and interaction between the members of the family moulded them, influenced their patterns of behaviour and their reactive patterns and determined how successful their adaptation to life would be. With the introduction of modern, fast transportation and telecommunications, it was no longer possible to confine the members of the family to the household, to the village, or even to the neighbourhood. The industrial revolution splintered the classical family and scattered its members. Still, the result was not the disappearance of the family but the formation of the nuclear families: leaner and meaner units of production. The extended family (three or four generations) spread its wings over a much bigger volume of physical space – but in principle, remained almost intact. Grandma and grandpa would live in one city with a few of the younger or less successful aunts and uncles. Their other daughters or sons would be married and moved to live either in another part of the same city, or in another geographical location (even in another continent). But the physical contact was maintained by more or less frequent visits, reunions and meetings on opportune or critical occasions. However, a series of developments in the second half of our century threatens to disconnect the family from its physical dimension. We are in the process of experimenting with the family of the future: the virtual family. This is a family devoid of any spatial (geographical) or temporal identity. Its members do not necessarily share the same genetic heritage (the same blood lineage). It is bound mainly by communication, rather than by interests. Its domicile is cyberspace, its residence in the realm of the symbolic. It all started with the "Home Away from Home" business concept. Multinational brands such as Coca-Cola and McDonalds fostered familiarity where previously there was none. Needless to say that the etymological closeness between "family" and "familiar" is no accident. The estrangement felt by foreigners in a foreign place was, thus, alleviated, as the world was fast becoming mono-cultural. The "Family of Man" and the "Global Village" are here to replace the nuclear family and the physical, historic, village. This trend – of making the world a thoroughly familiar place through the formation and dissemination of global brands – came on top of earlier trends of urbanization and industrialization. These earlier trends pulverized the structure of the family, by placing it under enormous pressures and by relegating most of its functions to outside agencies. Education was taken over by schools, health – by (national or private) health plans, entertainment by television, interpersonal communication by telephony and computers, socialization by the mass media and the school system and so on. Devoid of its traditional functions, subject to torsion and other elastic forces – the family was torn apart and gradually stripped of its meaning. The main functions left to the family unit were the provision of the comfort of familiarity (shelter) and serving as a physical venue for leisure activities. It was the former role that was attacked by the global brands. The latter function fell prey to the advance of the internet and digital and wireless telecommunications. Whereas the hallmark of the classical family was that it had clear spatial and temporal coordinates – the virtual family has none. Its members can (and often do) live in different continents. They communicate by digital means. They have electronic mail (rather than the physical post office box). They have a "HOME page". They have a "webSITE". In other words, they have the virtual equivalents of geographical reality, a "VIRTUAL reality" or "virtual existence". In the not so distant future, people will visit each other electronically and sophisticated cameras will allow them to do so in three-dimensional format. Voicemail and videomail messages will be left in electronic "boxes" to be retrieved at the convenience of the recipient. The temporal dimension, which was hitherto indispensable in human interactions – is becoming unnecessary. Meetings in person will be made redundant with the advent of video-conferencing. The family will not remain unaffected. A clear distinction will emerge between the biological family and the virtual family. A person will be born into the first but will regard this fact as accidental. Blood relations will count less than virtual relations. Individual growth will involve the formation of a virtual family, as well as a biological one (=getting married and having children). People will feel equally at ease anywhere in the world for two reasons: There will be no appreciable or discernible difference between geographical locations. Separate will no longer mean disparate. A McDonald's and a Coca-Cola and a Hollywood produced movie will be available everywhere and always. So will the internet treasures of knowledge and entertainment. The interaction plane with the outside world will be minimized. People will conduct their lives more and more indoors. They will communicate with others (their biological original family included) via telecommunications devices and the internet. They will spend most of their time, work and create in the cyber-world. Their true (really, only) home will be their website. Their only reliably permanent address will be their e-mail address. Their enduring friendships will be with co-chatters. They will work from home, flexibly and independently of others. They will customize their cultural selections, using 500 channel televisions based on video on demand technology. Hermetic and mutually exclusive universes will be the end result of this process. People will be linked by very few common experiences within the framework of virtual communities. They will carry their world with them as they move about. The miniaturization of storage devices will permit them to carry whole libraries of data and entertainment in their suitcase or backpack. It is true that all these predictions are extrapolations of trends, which are in their embryonic stages and are limited to affluent, English-speaking, societies in the West. But the trends are clear and they mean ever-increasing differentiation, isolation and individuation. This is the last assault, which the family will not survive. Already most households consist of "irregular" families (single parents, same sex, etc.). The rise of the virtual family will sweep these transitory forms aside.
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It dont matter
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Boring Apsolutly Boring Crazy And BORING
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040305
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daydreamer
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...is something id like to own. I know that a home is not a house or a unit. A home is seperate and so close to your heart. Ive never lived in a true home....but i yearn for one
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040305
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Lisa
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nothing I have right now... except inside the hearts of those I love and love me back...
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040307
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erwtdf
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is not what you want it to be. it is not what you want to spend your time building. you want the idea. you love the idea. you are comforted by the idea of home. you are euphoric because you know you belong. you know that nothing goes wrong there. but it does.
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falling_alone
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you're searching for your home that pesky little phrase pops up once again home is where the heart is. you hold it in the palm of your hand and know it is true. but tell me, would you be able to find your home if you haven't found your heart.
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040327
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kay-tie
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is where you can always go to feel like a kid again. grilled cheese sandwiches with pickles on the side. thanks dad. im back at home.... he had the nerve to call me a townie. well i'll be out of here soon enough
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040405
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daughterofthemoon
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if no one has heard "home" by breaking benjamin then you should because it is awesome
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040412
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almost famous
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and we did it together... ..the fucking beatles. four of them.. and four of us.
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040501
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elisabeth42
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Here I am, at home. Why do I feel homesick? I have a house to live in and I spend a lot of time here. It doesn't feel like home. My heart just isn't in this place.
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040523
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Lint Lover
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Please come home now It's time to go home Let's go home I wanna go home with you I want you to come home with me Show me the way to go home Home again home again, jiggity jig Home is where the heart breaks
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040523
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"you are home"
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emily g f
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her right shoulder hurts. some nights a beacon a moon peeled in boiling water. "let's go north."
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040613
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puredream
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Do I even have one anymore?
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040613
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pete
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Live in transit. I've been without one for close to a year.
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040614
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pete
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After thinking about it during my class (wheee summer night courses), I realized that I can't remember the last time that I felt at home somewhere. My heart longs for my forest, yet it is lost in the seas.
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sahba
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it's not that anymore jumbled lines of confusion running around my mind walking through the corridor music banging in my ears and there staring at me like im a freakin zombie the definition of normal around here is pretty twisted and deep rooted resentment flies around like leaves in the fair eventually falling down out of place as always
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040907
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sahba
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im giving up i think i will just stay here and drown arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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040907
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SUZIE G
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this room has had five homes in this town, but it has never been lived in. It stays essentially the same with all items meticulously placed down to the latin dictionary on the desk and the framed picture of my dead cat on the bookshelf. words and pictures make stories on the walls, and the sky blankets the bed. this new home will leave it dustier than it has ever been before, a showcase and monument to the dreams of a child. it will not age, as i have, it just follows behind to remind others that there once was a girl that pretended to live there. across the hall i sleep in another girl's bed, dreaming her dreams.
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SUZIE G
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this room has had five homes in this town, but it has never been lived in. It stays essentially the same with all items meticulously placed down to the latin dictionary on the desk and the framed picture of my dead cat on the bookshelf. words and pictures make stories on the walls, and the sky blankets the bed. this new home will leave it dustier than it has ever been before, a showcase and monument to the dreams of a child. it will not age, as i have, it just follows behind to remind others that there once was a girl that pretended to live there. across the hall i sleep in another girl's bed, dreaming her dreams.
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tricky
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even though i have so many fights at home, even though i can't find peace, i know that this is the place where people love me and i can always find support.
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050304
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dandy
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Homelessness by choice with advice to optimize it http://guide2homelessness.blogspot.com/
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050318
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emmi
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it's raining outside and i'm going home, home. i've finished my work and i'm going home, home. i'm so in love and i'm going home, home. end of song.
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050406
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moving on
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thanks dandy. eeenteresting site. there *was* only one place i had ever considered home. but places change and so do people. sam- but do you think these families will be considered irregular forever? is that the change you think will happen in your lifetime? just curious. nice blather. :)
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minnesota_chris
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time to create my own domain. My own haven, my own kingdom. A place where even when I'm not around, everyone knows that I've been here. Perhaps a wonderful smell.
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050423
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Staind_And_Souless
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Home is a feeling I buried in you
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050501
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IS NOT WHERE I WANTED TO GO WHEN I TYPED: http://blather.newdream.net/h thanks asshole
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050509
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Jana
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him
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050804
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marie
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the touch of his hands
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050823
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Rogue
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is a lucid topic. it's comforting and disgusting. i hate it and need it.
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051006
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misstree
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i've nearly forgotten what these are like. it will be nice to have a den for the winter.
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051006
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pete
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it really isn't anymore
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051007
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anja
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if i allow myself to fall into prayer
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051010
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his_name_is_a_hive
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home is in your head
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me
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i think this sight sucks
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060308
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Mzyxptlk
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Home... Home is where the cat snuggles in your lap, where there's always a cup of coffee waiting, where you go after a hard day's work. Home is what you envelop yourself in when everything else feels alien. Home is smelling the stain in the carpet when you open the front door, remembering when she fell, dropped her dinner and broke her arm. Home is where she takes off your soaked coat, where she puts you in front of the fire to warm your freezing hands, where she puts her arms around you to never let go again. Home is the last place where you'd ever slam the door. Home is where trespassing equals rape, where stealing equals kidnapping, where death equals murder. Home is the center of us all.
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060628
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god
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construction took my home. Fuck you sub divisions.
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060701
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violet strangt
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home is beneath the streetlights
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060726
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Somebody that I used to know
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What was it like? I remember fondly where mine was, but no longer. Uprooted to a place where I feel unwelcome. Weither or not they tell me this is my home, I know in my heart it is not. My home is only in his smile. The only place I find comfort. They are taking that away from me too. This may be the place I am supposed to live, but it is not home. Now that my parents uprooted me, I have no ground to call home. Nothing to call a base of operations. No longer saying: "if I get in trouble, I can always go home." No place to tell my energys to go. No where to stand. No ground at all.
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gja
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Why am i not there?
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070608
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lisavilisa
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When I was in love once, I told him his arms felt like home He was always more romantic than me But I think that had more meaning than most of his poetry.
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no reason
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i don't know what to do with myself here no outlets for nervous energy
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071207
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boom
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home, now that i'm coming home will you be the same as when i saw you last? tell me how much time has passed...
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anythingbutcryptic
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the door slammed. he was wasnt home, but it was the closest he could get. jane was the closest he could ever get. their history. their lives. dont want to sound cliched, but they were pretty much intertwined. or something. he walked into the room, expecting to see jane. instead, kates smiling face greeted him, and she said to him with glee, 'lol! janes left.' he looked at her blankly and said dryly, 'do you realise you just said lol?' she giggled and said, 'yer, lmao.' as in lar mayo. but you get it, right? anyway so i want to talk in present tense now. so he like takes out his gun and shoots kate. of course she dies and yer kind of like slumps onto the floor.
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anythingbutcryptic
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the door slammed. he was wasnt home, but it was the closest he could get. jane was the closest he could ever get. their history. their lives. dont want to sound cliched, but they were pretty much intertwined. or something. he walked into the room, expecting to see jane. instead, kates smiling face greeted him, and she said to him with glee, 'lol! janes left.' he looked at her blankly and said dryly, 'do you realise you just said lol?' she giggled and said, 'yer, lmao.' as in lar mayo. but you get it, right? anyway so i want to talk in present tense now. so he like takes out his gun and shoots kate. of course she dies and yer kind of like slumps onto the floor.
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minnesota_chris
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the word "home" is one of the oldest English words, meaning "residence" in ancient Greek, Norwegian, Slavic, Gothic. In all these languages it means "where you live" differentiated from "house" meaning "the building around you."
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past
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after never really traveling for my first 23 years, these past few months have shown me what it is to have a place, a spot in space, to attach "mine" to. fresh back from my sixth trip in three months, with the next a few weeks away, just having the bunny running around my feet and knowing that there is no pressure to do anything when i am precisely here is comforting (though i will be heading out for the night in less than an hour).
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BnB
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In_Bloom
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I thought I always wanted one and sought it out for a long time Now I don't care Really, I don't care
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djstar
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Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros - [Her:] Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my ma and pa, Not the way that I do love you. [Him:] Holy, Moley, me, oh my, You're the apple of my eye, Girl I've never loved one like you. [Her:] Man oh man you're my best friend, I scream it to the nothingness, There ain't nothing that I need. [Him:] Well, hot and heavy, pumpkin pie, Chocolate candy, Jesus Christ, Ain't nothing please me more than you. [Both:] Ahh Home. Let me come home Home is wherever I'm with you. Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome. Home is wherever I'm with you. La, la, la, la, take me home. Mother, I'm coming home. [Him:] I'll follow you into the park, Through the jungle through the dark, Girl I never loved one like you. [Her:] Moats and boats and waterfalls, Alley-ways and pay phone calls, I've been everywhere with you. [Him:] We laugh until we think we'll die, Barefoot on a summer night Nothin' new is sweeter than with you [Her:] And in the streets you run afree, Like it's only you and me, Geeze, you're something to see. [ Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ] [Both:] Ahh Home. Let me go home. Home is wherever I'm with you. Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome. Home is wherever I'm with you. La, la, la, la, take me home. Daddy, I'm coming home. (Talking) Him: Jade Her: Alexander Him: Do you remember that day you fell outta my window? Her: I sure do, you came jumping out after me. Him: Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that? Her: Yes I do. Him: Well there's something I never told you about that night. Her: What didn't you tell me? Him: While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you til just now. [Both:] Ahh Home. Let me go home. Home is wherever I'm with you. Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome. Home is where I'm alone with you. [Him:] Home. Let me come home. Home is wherever I'm with you. [Her:] Ahh home. Yes I am ho-oh-ome. Home is when I'm alone with you. [Her:] Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my ma and pa... Moats and boats and waterfalls, Alley-ways and pay phone calls... [Both:] Ahh Home. Let me go home. Home is wherever I'm with you. Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome. Home is where I'm alone with you...
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djstar
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I reach for the plastic cup for more water only to find it empty again. Reach for the lightswitch but this home is so new, my hand grazes an empty space. Do I make my bed in hopes that someone will see? Do I write these words for the same reason?
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100726
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gja and ljr
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is where i want to be pick me up and turn me round. i feel numb born with a weak heart. i guess i must be having fun.
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100727
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re_alisma
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cosmically, we moved to where i grew up because my brother wanted to go to school, with certain schoolmates, to the school that we had to go to. but i got a house that looked like the Little House on the Prairie house, which probably improved my imagination. the location is nice, but not in any way a boon to me, socially. i don't even like the city very much, either. but i do still really like this house. it's a very comfortable 70s hippy house. that's just what it is. very comfortable. 70s. hippy house. it used to be down a gravel road. it's now the suburbs, but back in the day, it was a gravel road. i spent an hour and a half on the school bus every day. now, i just appreciate the uniqueness of the building and the forest preserve nearby.
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I.T.S.
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sitting on that back porch, nothing in my mind but the sounds of the crickets and the frogs and the whipporwills, eyes full of shadow and beauty.
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120430
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
from
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