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This is the first time these walls haven't been mine. The first time since I picked out yellow paint and swirled pink-red rose buds onto it when I was four The first time since I kicked a hole in the door, crying The first time since I sat, looking out of that window (which is no longer quite mine) and dreaming of the places I would, could, might go It's the first time since I snuck my first boy in here, parents gone and brother upstairs The first time since I cried myself to sleep It's the first time since I stared at the walls and talked myself off of the edge The first time since I laid here, right here, but when it was mine, listening to records softly play It's the first time since I climbed out of the window late at night and sat on the roof The first and most rebellious thing I had done (it might still be) This is the first time that these walls haven't felt like home.
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 12:14 AM UTC
Coming Home
This is the first time these walls haven't been mine. The first time since I picked out yellow paint and swirled pink-red rose buds onto it when I was four The first time since I kicked a hole in the door, crying The first time since I sat, looking out of that window (which is no longer quite mine) and dreaming of the places I would, could, might go It's the first time since I snuck my first boy in here, parents gone and brother upstairs The first time since I cried myself to sleep It's the first time since I stared at the walls and talked myself off of the edge The first time since I laid here, right here, but when it was mine, listening to records softly play It's the first time since I climbed out of the window late at night and sat on the roof The first and most rebellious thing I had done (it might still be) This is the first time that these walls haven't felt like home.
cara-anna
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 12:14 AM UTC
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