Home has no residence.
It doesn't sit within your core, It's not with a lover.
It isn't within these walls.
Home is a phony lie that we buy into.
Because nothing can ever feel that safe.
Hands will stay wake your body up at night, words will continue to smash into you.
Hate will continue to take over your veins.
Home was a lie manufactured by those who needed something to believe in.
People like me.
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