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[holdingvandels]

This thing's done.
I have nothing more to say.
I've moved past a lot of things.
Home being one of them.

After being out here for not even that long,
I realize how much Troy was never really my home.

And I'm slowly realizing Boston doesn't even feel like home.

Maybe the feeling of home never comes.
Maybe I just don't care anymore.
Maybe the feelings just an illusion.
Maybe my feelings aren't even real.

I can't even tell anymore.

Anyways this thing's done and I probably won't come home again until Xmas.
And I'm not even sure I'll come home then.
So if I haven't talked to you in awhile (this is a lot of people I know)

see ya when i see ya.

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Joni Mitchell - Sweet Bird

Sweet bird you are
Briefer than a falling star
All these vain promises on beauty jars
Somewhere with your wings on time
You must be laughing
Behind our eyes
Calendars of our lives
Circled with compromise
Sweet bird of time and change
You must be laughing
Up on your feathers laughing

Golden in time
Cities under the sand
Power, ideals and beauty
Fading in everyone's hand