When you think of home, what do you picture? Is it your childhood house? Is it the town you grew up in? Or is it possibly the state you live in? But for me, my home is wherever you are.
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Babies Born Broken
Poetryliving life through my broken brown eyes eyes perceived through my messy words.
Home
When you think of home, what do you picture? Is it your childhood house? Is it the town you grew up in? Or is it possibly the state you live in? But for me, my home is wherever you are.
