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Oct 2014
I grew up in a beautiful home
Cozy with a strong foundation
I've lived in this home for over a decade
So how dare you go and take it?
****** it out of my hands
I don't believe in the rupture
But surely
This is the end

I loved this home
It was a place I called my own
It raised me
And made me
And really it saved me

I believed in forever
But my home is crumbling
I tried patching up the cracks in the wall
But no form of cemented love
Can keep this home strong
It is gone
And all I can do now is mourn
The death of my home
Keep calm and carry on

Rain clouds cover my home
And I seem to be ******
Into a black hole
With so many stories untold
I feel I've lost gold
Maybe its payment
For the dues I owed
My home is taken and
I'm left in the cold
With no hope

I know you may not understand
But this home is all I had
This is not just any home
Sadly
The home's my family
Tashatha
Written by
Tashatha  Botswana
(Botswana)   
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