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Why is it that days, weeks, months passed by,
I never bothered to look at the night sky.
It struck me, the stars were nowhere to be found;
The moonlight never managed to shine bright.
Nothing beats the comfort of home,
Is it still home if you never felt comfortable in it?
Would it still count as your home,
If you feel like a stranger in a house you grew up in?
Would it still count as your home,
When the people around you never made you feel valuable?
I miss my home,
but had I had one in the first place?
maybe I have been living in someone's home all this time.
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a life's work filled with words
Poesíaa compilation of the poems written by the author. do note that the author often writes about dark themes such as the topic of gore, su1c1d3, s3/f h4rm and depressing topics, if you're experiencing or having these kinds of thoughts i suggest not to r...
