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Home is not the place where my parents fought, my mother cried and where I cut.
Home is not the place where I was raped, hurt and bruised. Never held but often used.
I want to go home where I am loved, my cuts are kissed and I am hugged.
I’ve been homesick since that age of four, a broken family behind closed doors.
I don’t know where my home is but I hope I find it soon before I find comfort in the barrel of a gun or in the hole of a noose.
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IM SO FUCKING PUMPED FOR CHRISTMAS I EAT CHRISTMAS LIGHTS AS MY CEREAL I USE EGGNOG AS MY CONTAct LENS SOLUTION IM GROWING A BEARD
THIS IS WHAT I LIKE TO SEE
*rolls blunts out of homework assignments i never did*
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