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Where is Home

The tones in your voice are shards of glass

pressed against my skin in the most painful way

 

Breathtaking views of who you could be flash before my eyes

like old home videos somehow would

 

That place where I used to go that brought me so much joy

so much peace, is now a stranger, and I'm so sad

 

You're just a clown now, performing the old dance we used to do

together, but you dance alone this time, looking like a fool to me.

 

I have no idea who I am anymore,

I've gotten so lost in this big city

and I cant remember for the life of me

Who I was.

How I got here.

Where is home.

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kristyn-brown
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Published
Jun 1, 2010
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