I always believed home was a place, but I soon learned that it's a person; at least for me. After you left, correction after I made you leave
I forced myself to believe that you meant nothing to me.
You
Are
Not
My
Home
For I am
My
Own
Home
Who am I kidding,
we both know its a lie.
You are my everything
And you will always my
Everything.
My first love
My guide
My light
My shelter
My protection
My Home.
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3a.m. thoughts
Storie breviThis book will be composed of short stories, random thoughts, and poems I come up with late at night. In progress Disclaimer! Contains depressive and suicidal thoughts. The book goes from daily struggles all the way to mental illnesses. I am in no...
