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I don’t know if it’s true that someday that someone will sweep you off your feet. I mean when I look at myself in the mirror, I wonder which mindless man will ever want this mess. Who would want to spend their lives with someone whose monsters speak louder than her? No, don’t get me wrong, I am not running out of people in my life. I have a party full of incredible souls. But you know, it feels like I have been out for too long now. At a party with loud music, a lot of people, spirit and psychedelics. It feels exhausting when you want to get back home. The home that no longer exists. So I live in this constant fear that if the party ends, and music turns off, people will see how homeless I am. What a cruel world did I live in that taught me that being poor is embarrassing? All these people talk about investing in more houses. It haunts me that probably for the rest of my life, I would never find a home.

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