If the house we are now isn't home, then where is it ?
We are supposed to be safe and happy there...
So why are we crying, why are we sad, angry, alone ?
Our parents, their role is to help us and love us. But i don't see love, i just see selfishness, ignorance, rage. That is not what a parent has to do to their child, isn't it ?
Please tell me where can we find our real home, tell me that good parents exist in this world. Please i had to believe one last time before loosing all hopes.
-𝕊𝕪𝕕
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