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Home is not where the mail is sent. Home is not where my bed sits. Home is not the closet where my clothes hang Home is not here. My home has warmth. My home has comfort. My home can go with me any place My home isnt where i lay to rest at night unless its next to you.
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC
Homesick
Home is not where the mail is sent. Home is not where my bed sits. Home is not the closet where my clothes hang Home is not here. My home has warmth. My home has comfort. My home can go with me any place My home isnt where i lay to rest at night unless its next to you.
4/19/18
surfngrl0204
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC
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