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to be

or not to be,

that is the question.

but what if you don't want to be

trapped in this body, trapped in this mind

trapped in this home.


home was where my parents were, where my toys and books were.

then, from a string of unfortunate decisions on my part that led

to tension between family and I

the home was where my friends,

who "were the only ones who could understand me."

{the only one who can understand your experiences is you but I only know that now}

Now, home to me is much more simple

It is anywhere I feel safe,

anywhere I can smile and laugh {and even cry} without shame.


Home is my house,

Home is my school {which still has my polaroids growing dusty in my abandoned locker}

Home is the library

Home is the books.

Thanks to this new way of thinking, 

I have many little homes

Waiting for me.


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⏰ Last updated: Jul 27, 2020 ⏰

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