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Home (Home Pt. I)

Home, what is it?

A Family?

A mom, a dad?

Or a jail cell?

A dark place of hatred,

Where your faith in humanity

is constantly tested,

The walls slowly encroaching,

People screaming,

Dark hatred blocks out the light of love,

Nothing left to do but fall.

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Jun 9, 2012
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