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Jun 2013
And after all this time I’m still imprisoned in the walls of a place I no longer consider home. Is there a safe haven for me somewhere? I believe so when I’m in your arms, but I can never stay. I want to drown in your loving words, suffocate in your love. I want those arms around me like the walls of a home, but I learnt a long time ago not to make a home out of a person, because people leave, and you’re left homeless.
EM
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