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Dec 2014
picture a beautiful, warm home
(these are his eyes)
constant contentment, joyous relief
(these are his reassuring words)
but one day
you are lost
cold and confused, you scramble for anything
that will give you a fraction of what you had
before you realized you had it
(this is when everything started to change)
how could you ever stop looking?
Written by
Cass
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