When people ask me where I come from I wish I could just reply “the world.” I have trouble defining where home really is and I’ve spent a considerable amount of time wondering if there is anywhere I truly belong, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I am “a citizen of the world.” It is as if I belong nowhere and everywhere at the same time. I feel like I belong nowhere because I was raised outside of my birth country, and therefore it doesn’t feel like my true home. Yet the country I was raised in can’t be my true home either because there I am considered an expatriate. On the other hand I belong everywhere. I am everyone. 
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this is not what i needed..............................
sorrry u r wrong