It should be a place you hate,
They told me
Their hands having touched so
Many broken people
But I didn't hate it,
As we,
All broken pieces of this
Broken world
Put together a
Temporary home
We could laugh in
While our wounds seemed to heal
Or rip open even more
I didn't hate it as
They broke me even more
Using my trust
To give me nothing
At all
But what I wished for in years
Just to see it taken away from me
Again
As they told me to leave
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