

Her Words..."Home is where one starts from." - T. S. Eliot----"You are my kin. You are my flesh and blood. You are my son. And yet, I feel no love for you."...Those were the last words my mother said to me. Before she left and closed the door that sealed me inside of what was formerly our home.'I don't believe that!' I thought stubbornly. 'She's lying! O-Of course she loves me! She'll be back... Mama...' I stayed where I was and awaited her return. Slowly I sat down on the ground, slightly nervous about how the echoes of my foot steps were reverberated throughout the empty hall way.Empty. That was how the house is, and that is how I started to feel. AfteHer Words...
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"These things happened. They were glorious and they changed th the world... ... and then we fucked up the end game."
--Charlie Wilson
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For our future behavior, we must reflect on our past.
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You forgive my English
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For our future behavior, we must reflect on our past.
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we're high above the ground; we're no where to be found.
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For our future behavior, we must reflect on our past.
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For our future behavior, we must reflect on our past.
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