mine? No.
But home? Yes.
The place with memories full of wonder and excitement.
The place with a loving couple taking care of me.
A place were I no longer need to be afraid.
A place were I can look like a 'girly' girl and not be called.. those words.
A place were im free. Where I can breath. Where I can see the good again.
A place I can live without the fear of existing at the wrong time.
The place I can be happy at.
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Poems of a broken artist
PoesíaDifferent poems to work on helping myself and others. Mostly just to try something new. usually going to be sad but I like happy endings.
