Ecstasy: Also when I cry like whenever, I always cry I wanna go home no matter where I am. I never feel like I am home I never know where home is. But I think that was home. Wherever I was that somewhere that like held all that happiness and held the butterflies and stars I talked about I think that was my home. I think that angel that I couldn't see but was holding me was like me. The me I lost and could never find again. I was just home. And when I visited tonight. I felt home and I felt like me. And I think I miss it but I think I feel at peace with knowing we met again and one day I can be there again and now I'm one step closer.
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Writings, rants, questions, poems, really just my life in a book.
PoetryI'm an over emotional little dandelion. Very sensitive but also a tough little cookie. So like this is all my feelings in a little book. Some are about people. Some are about me. Some are about life. Just everything really. PLEASE LEAVE feedback ! F...
