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*maybe home isn't where the four walls are at or where your family lives in maybe it's somewhere you once stayed when the downpour was so hard and you need to stop by for a while, nowhere to be found yet you unconsciously found a comfort instead but little you did know that it is geographically located within you in your chilling bones and burning heart. For now, it's been waiting for you to come home...*
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May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
NOBODY'S HOME
*maybe home isn't where the four walls are at or where your family lives in maybe it's somewhere you once stayed when the downpour was so hard and you need to stop by for a while, nowhere to be found yet you unconsciously found a comfort instead but little you did know that it is geographically located within you in your chilling bones and burning heart. For now, it's been waiting for you to come home...*
–home is indeed where the he(art) is
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May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
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