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I keep thinking about the idea of home not feeling like home anymore. I go back to my hometown and everything’s changed. I’ve changed. I’m no longer the same, the businesses are different, even the streets. Or maybe they feel that way because I’m not there anymore. Where do you go when home doesn’t feel like home anymore? Now my life is sweet like cinnamon Like a fucking dream I’m livin’ in
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