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Nov 2017
You’re not my home anymore,
But if I could move back in I would,
If I could forget all the bad I would,
But the worst in me doesn’t want to.

You don’t know what it’s like,
To see the person who used to be a home,
Now a stranger who locked the front door.

Can’t stop my feet from walking back,
To be invited in then moments after locked out again,
You’ve been selfish with a home that used to be ours.

Fights that would flood our home with tears,
Beautiful nights together that would cover the ceiling with night stars.
The match previously burned out by rage and sorrow.

A family that was once ours is now yours,
Friends that were ours now mine,
A life built around us has burned to the ground, you lit the winning match.
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