I want to be in
a relationship,
At the same time
I don't.
I feel like
I'm being cuddled
Just by imagining where
I would be
And who I'd be with.
It's just --
Is it delulu me
Or real me
Thinking like that?
Am I really that lonely?
You tell.
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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...
