So you are telling me
That asking
"Where is your Phone?
We are going now
And I want to have
It save before"
Gives you two
the right
To barge
into my room
And completely
dishevel it?
There is still something
Called "personal space",
Even if you are
My parents.
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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...
