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Mar 2018
home is not the place where my house is,
nor is it the pillow i rest my head,
which i call bed,
my home is your heart,
your smile is my safe place,
your laugh is my music,
and your heart is my home,
and i hope i can stay in your heart for forever
spiral-whirl
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spiral-whirl  Cisgender Female/my broken mind
(Cisgender Female/my broken mind)   
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