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Aug 2018
My room is a mess
Almost as messy as my head.
And I remain alone.

Alone
That seems to be my new home,
a place where I feel so uncomfortable
but can't escape

Home is where the heart is?
My heart is but a functioning *****,
Keeping me breathing,
And I don't see the need

I am a home bird with no home.
Clodagh O'Sullivan
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Clodagh O'Sullivan
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