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Nov 7
Today
I am going back home
After a month
Of being on road
I really don't want to go
At home I feel so alone
Waiting for me is my nearly empty house
The hundreds of people I see daily that I don't care for
Don't talk to
Make me feel as small as a mouse
Waiting for me is my toddler of father
And the endless hours of work
All of the peace in my mind
Lit up by a torch
Waiting for me are the sleepless nights
Oh how ill miss performing and the people I met
The kindness that often cannot be found in my town in America
I don't want to go home
Context:
For the last month or so I have been touring with my mom and a band she's in. I've been doing this once and awhile for as long as I remember, but now that I'm finnally old enough I can perform with them which is what I did. I love it so much, and I wish to keep going, but it's over and today begins my 22 hour travel experience (at least) back home. If your interested, my mother's name is  Reut Regev. And absolutely not, she is nothing close to famous. She plays jazz.

Thanks for reading!!!
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Liana
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Liana  F/NJ/silently screaming
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