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I miss the life I use to live But it’s easier to remember only the best things, when they become a distant memory The bad things that made me leave, easily forgotten when they no longer hurt so deep The house I still call home, even though the contents no longer feel so I haven’t come to grab all my things - I simply don’t want to leave An empty room is not what I should see The clock is ticking loudly, distant emptiness, no one to see I have to let go of the place that is no longer my home I cry as I try to remember only the best times we all shared, wondering the house there is no sight of me I miss home and the person that made it feel that way, how I long for those days.
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Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 9:37 AM UTC
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I miss the life I use to live But it’s easier to remember only the best things, when they become a distant memory The bad things that made me leave, easily forgotten when they no longer hurt so deep The house I still call home, even though the contents no longer feel so I haven’t come to grab all my things - I simply don’t want to leave An empty room is not what I should see The clock is ticking loudly, distant emptiness, no one to see I have to let go of the place that is no longer my home I cry as I try to remember only the best times we all shared, wondering the house there is no sight of me I miss home and the person that made it feel that way, how I long for those days.
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Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 9:37 AM UTC
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