I mean, yes,
They're comforting as heck
And I really love those,
But how is it,
That even when
It's my parents hugging me,
I miss their hugs?
And why is it
That I find more comfort
In their hugs
As in those from my Family?
Is that, like, normal?
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Poetry[0.5] Home Home, for me, Isn't the place I grew up in. It's my friends. Songs. Beautiful moments. Train rides, Sleepovers, The ocean And escaping the rain in a café. It's also here: My online friends, wonderful people, amazing stories. I want you t...
