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Aug 2018
home isn’t just a structure -
brick and water aren’t symbols,
they don’t reflect trust or
Love.

I can wash -
the grease from my hair
the dirt from my skin
and uncomfortably sleep
when my inner monologue is louder than ever,
with your songs ringing in my ears,
and bad thoughts longing to be heard
but it’s love
your love
that keeps me warm
and makes me feel safe,
not the white walls
or the bread in the cupboard

I consume the fibre
Anyway
and glare at the walls.
home could leave
unannounced, brutally
I'll get warmth from the radiator
now you're gone
find your home and don’t let it go. my mum is my home :) but so are my best friends. find those who support you, love you unconditionally & don’t let you down. but also tell you when you’ve been a ****.

growing is learning and i never wanna stop
Written by
shaun  22/F
(22/F)   
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