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Jul 2021
I'm used to people leaving
And Im so dependent with the home that I ruined
When the reality is ...

At the end of the day, I'm alone
Just
Me

They are leaving me but the truth is
I'm pushing them to do that
Because
In reality, I am alone

I am alone yet living in this great home

I appreciate the home which I can stay and will wait for me

But I messed it too much

I left stains that you can't get rid of
I left cracks that you can't fix
I left broken furnitures that you can't mend
I left it



I left it



I'm a coward for not taking responsibility but
It's not my home anymore
Someone is much worthy to be there
Not me
And it should have never been me
And it will never be me again


And now,
I'm alone
Just walking to different towns
A lone traveler
Who left her precious home
It's a confusing piece since yeah
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