California,
my home,
the one place I can go to be alone,
the place I was born,
the place I grew up,
the place I learned how to walk,
how to speak, and ride a bike.
the place where I found love,
the place where my heart was broken,
and stomped on,















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ericalee
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Life is a maze where all paths lead to the same exit
watch dead poets society.
i was a east coaster
now a californian.
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'if you want to see the future
go stare into a cloud'
poetry @ skydream: [link]
photo @ skysight: [link]
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