Where was home?
Because she had once felt the feeling, though it had become no more.
It had slipped from her fingers, or rather,
Pulled forcefully out of her hands.
Her heart, a place so turbulent.
Her mind, a tempest.
She just wants to be home.
But she knows, she knows, she knows.
She's home, wherever He takes her.
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my life in the third person | A
Randomthe title says it all. prepare for ups and downs, sadness and joy, and maybe some humour as well:) excited to share my heart, my adventures with you. all love, angelicskies xx
