Third On The Right

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I was home

I was the little house in the busy neighborhood

With the child who wanted to cry but held it in

I was the uncle that touched too much

I was the insecure boy

Scared of a naked body and what it meant

I was the proud mother who was scared to let you go

I was the suicide note wrote but never sent

I was the late nights with no hope

I was the siblings you couldn't stand

I was the heavy heart with the big tears

I was the home and the memories you wanted to forget

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