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Feb 2018
What does home mean to you?
To me...
It's absent
I don't have a home
Here it is Wednesday
and I haven't stepped foot
in my room since Saturday
I cant go back
Home is ruined now
The last time I saw it
It was covered in police
and tears
But I don't have a choice
I cant stay away forever
Written by
Callie Richter  18/F/stuck in my head
(18/F/stuck in my head)   
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