Homesickness Quote #7073249
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“Homesick is just a state of mind for me, that I’m
“Homesick is just a state of mind for me, that
I’m always missing someone or some place or something,
I’m always trying to get back some imaginary somewhere.
My life has been one long longing.”
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posted April 30, 2017 at 2:25am UTC tagged with homesickness, nostalgia, longing, quote
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