It has been too many years since I was home last. And in that time, I have danced. I have loved. I have sang. But even still, I miss my home. I miss the smell of the ocean on the air every morning floating as soft as feathers across my skin through the window. And although I love the words of encouragement the world gives me, I want the words of love my mother and father give me. I'm tired of the fake love everyone gives me.
I'm ready to be home free
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Midnight Ramblings
RandomJust going to write whatever is my mind at night, or day, or whenever.
