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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PoetrySee what the young poet wrote in her old journals at only the age of twelve, and how her mental state progressively gets worse at age fifteen:) Collection of poems mostly about God, family, love, and hate to oneself. • most impressive ranking: #6 in...