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my jacket
i pulled out a jacket from an box, we hadnt unpacked, today nad it still has the smell of north carolina. it was a bitter pine smell that was some how comfurting. i miss my pine wooded home. florda is alright but i miss my taller trees that confurtied me. untill i left i felt everytime i left my house because of some argument, that they had some how sheltered me. provided me with a cover from all the things that were hurting me. they hid me from my persering parents. they were home. the palms that are here just dont count. the banshi trees i guess would work too but i dont have one in my yard and i think it would take a wile for one to grow big enough for me to be able to clim it and forget my trobles. i miss home.
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