Since when does home have to be a place? Home is in the way you smile with bright eyes at me. Home is in the way I speak words suppressed at "home". Home is in the way you know exactly when I need home because "home" is no longer an option. Home is you because you're everything that feels like life to me.
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RandomJust somewhere to put things I write :) No story, no pressure, no need to please others, just me.
