Feb 2019
The idea of home doesn’t exist anymore
It is an imaginary place
All that is left, is strands of your hair
And memories, I wish to burn
I can’t tell if it was real or not
It is an imaginary place
All that is left, is strands of your hair
And memories, I wish to burn
I can’t tell if it was real or not
What is home? A place we shared our love and it’s nothing like it used to be.
(M/Out there somewhere)
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