i can never call you home
home has always been hell
a place where candies were bittersweet
where oxygen is a cursed ocean
I don't see the difference in drowning and breathing
because the suffocation is an everyday dinner
and life and death were just too similar to tell apart
home is where I've always been
i thought that if i called someone home
then it would be less painful
then maybe there will be a time where i will long for home
but maybe home isn't where i wanna be get me out of here
home isn't who you are
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: yes this is a love confession, I won't stop telling you how much i love you

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Poetry𝑰 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒕; 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚... 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕. A collection of poems...