rough week at school (i hate it sometimes :/)
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Home
It's all smiles and inside jokes
Until I'm alone in my house
All laughter and happy thoughts
Until I step into my "home"
I hear everyone talk about their homes like a heaven
With their parents, siblings, friends
So much that my life feels unreal
Just another world left in my head
I long for somewhere to call home
A person, or even a thing
Because what is home if not a place to run to?
But what is a home if not the first place you run from?
What is a home but a place to feel safe?
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Letters To No One
PoetryA poetry/journal book for me so I can get my feelings onto somewhere and not drown in them :D TW: implied suicidal thoughts, body dysmorphia, and possibly others (you've been warned) Don't let other opinions alter your reality ;) Published: Jul 28...
