Christmas tomorrow
Sweden covered in white crisp snow
Beautiful
Clear
My chaotic parents and their chaos
Landing and realizing
That all my things
My life
Is not there
Not there, where my heart is
Not with the rolling hills and huge trees
Not where the sun shines on dusty soil
Not where traffic jam makes me want to cry
Not where Im used to returning to
The place that made me into me
Where Im special
And where I thought I belonged
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