home is where the hurt is it cannot be denied my abode feels hollow emptied out inside I know I should be grateful for everything I have but too much is never enough for me I can never be satisfied this malady of the soul is the power that spurs me on but it’s beyond my understanding and out with my control I wish I could be anywhere else and anyone else but me coz chronic dissatisfaction is a crippling disease
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