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My home told me that she’s had enough. She cried and said, “I am not that tough!” She gathered up all her Seasons and disappeared And now, we’re left with a chaotic atmosphere– The end is near! But I’ve searched for Home in all the corners Of the world, Crossing oceans and climbing mountain tops Above and below; I am such a lonely girl. Home left us because of all the cruelties and malice That we’ve thrown at her with such a heavy blow. But I’ll never give up on her, because at the end All I know; Home is my home. She needs to believe in her heart that If she gives up and leaves, she’s giving up on me. Oh, Home please don’t leave me, For I will be torn apart! My home told me that she’s had enough. She cried and said, “I am not that tough!” But I cried back, begged and told her, “Please, I know it’s tough. Hold on for a little longer. It will get less rough. I will wipe away your tears And gather up all your Seasons and I will fix the Atmosphere and make it so you wouldn’t Have to disappear. Because I for one, want to keep staying here And live in my home with Home for more Than just a few years.”
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May 15
May 15, 2026 at 1:31 PM UTC
Home's Had Enough!
My home told me that she’s had enough. She cried and said, “I am not that tough!” She gathered up all her Seasons and disappeared And now, we’re left with a chaotic atmosphere– The end is near! But I’ve searched for Home in all the corners Of the world, Crossing oceans and climbing mountain tops Above and below; I am such a lonely girl. Home left us because of all the cruelties and malice That we’ve thrown at her with such a heavy blow. But I’ll never give up on her, because at the end All I know; Home is my home. She needs to believe in her heart that If she gives up and leaves, she’s giving up on me. Oh, Home please don’t leave me, For I will be torn apart! My home told me that she’s had enough. She cried and said, “I am not that tough!” But I cried back, begged and told her, “Please, I know it’s tough. Hold on for a little longer. It will get less rough. I will wipe away your tears And gather up all your Seasons and I will fix the Atmosphere and make it so you wouldn’t Have to disappear. Because I for one, want to keep staying here And live in my home with Home for more Than just a few years.”
TheQueensJewel
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55/F/New York
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 1:31 PM UTC
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