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Apr 2019
i've lived in the same house all my life
pulled into the same driveway
carried groceries
through the same door
slept in the same bed
and yet
it's never felt like home

i sit in my room sometimes
and think to myself
i want
to go home

home is where one feels safe
and wanted
and loved

i realize now that home was never a place for me
it was a person
it's you.
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LS  18/F
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