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I ponder the goings in my head 

To learn on how I was bred

With no truth said at all

But through it all i have 5 houses for calls

I have no idea if I belong at all

I sense only free fall

And on my way through this path 

I was taught to deal in crass

But I just want to be heard last

I wish to have a life of bloom

With no feeling of the doom

And now I fumble looking to my past

Having Never felt a belonging to last