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my home is not where i live. my home is not a single house! my home is not in a city. my home is in the country! cities make me nervous. i don't like being surrounded by buildings it makes me really anxious. i like trees and creeks dirt roads and acres of privacy! the only good thing about a city, is that there are hundreds of freaks. they are the ones i fit in with. when im in the city i miss my home so much. its almost like a myth. the winds gentle touch, as it caresses the leaves. the clean, fresh air! and people so nice! the pain of missing it, like a vice on my heart.