Do You Know What It Means... (stream of conciousness editted to fit proper length)

by Yeah Write!

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Is it just hitting me? Is it just setting in that this is not home? This can never be home. Home is where the heart is, and when I evacuated I left my heart behind.
I loathe the word refugee because that was my name for a few months. I was an outsider. I will forever be an outsider. They all grew up together without me.
What right do I have to complain? Some people move twelve times before they hit high school and I’ve moved once. But I was never going to be the “new girl.”
I have great friends whom I love with my whole heart. Sometimes I wonder if they care about me as much as I do about them. I wonder if the girl I consider my best friend would consider me hers or if I’m fooling myself.
I want to go back just for one day but not as a visitor, because I am a visitor wherever I go now.
I want to go to the former site of my elementary school. I want to stand where monkey bars once stood. I want to play with the memory of lost friends.
I want a scar, a tatoo, something to show the world.

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  1. Do You Know What It Means... (stream of conciousness editted to fit proper length)

    THX 0477's Buddy Icon THX 0477

    Posted 4 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    I like how it could be a lot of different things, a lot of different reasons for having left, either literally a refugee or just that she feels like one. I guess I never felt this bad, since I usually felt more like an escapee than a refugee.
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  2. Do You Know What It Means... (stream of conciousness editted to fit proper length)

    SKermitgorf's Buddy Icon SKermitgorf

    Posted 4 months ago

    A scar, a tatoo.. very deep,heartfelt story, seems that an inner scar is already in place.. to be displaced from ones home, by either war, or natural disaster, or whatever the cause, is tragic. A
    All the more beautifully told if it is a true, story.
    LoA

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