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I want to go home. No not that type of home. Not the type with a roof And four walls, maybe more if you're lucky. Ding **** I go from door to door searching for the right home How many doorbells does it take to find the right door? A few of them invite me inside. "Make yourself at home" they say But how can they tell me to do that if I don't even know what home feels like? But no. I once knew what home felt like. Home was his open arms His warm body His sparkling eyes His unforgettable smile Home felt happy. But then I couldn't afford to pay the price to keep him as mine. So they foreclosed on my home and snatched him away. Now I wonder if I'll ever find a new home.
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
Homeless
I want to go home. No not that type of home. Not the type with a roof And four walls, maybe more if you're lucky. Ding **** I go from door to door searching for the right home How many doorbells does it take to find the right door? A few of them invite me inside. "Make yourself at home" they say But how can they tell me to do that if I don't even know what home feels like? But no. I once knew what home felt like. Home was his open arms His warm body His sparkling eyes His unforgettable smile Home felt happy. But then I couldn't afford to pay the price to keep him as mine. So they foreclosed on my home and snatched him away. Now I wonder if I'll ever find a new home.
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
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