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Home
This house has a roof, four walls
And three warm beds.
But its never going to be my home.
Home is safe, home is the sunlight kissing your face for the first time in weeks because your broken body kept you inside for too long.
This house has 2 parents, a grandfather and 2 children.
But it isn't my home.
It's a trap.
You see, naturally the parents take care of the children but it never actually went that way.
Mom was a dope dealer, daddy was a bad man
Brother was sick
Sister is weak
And grampa is scared.
That's not home. That's danger, red light, get out quickly.
And three warm beds.
But its never going to be my home.
Home is safe, home is the sunlight kissing your face for the first time in weeks because your broken body kept you inside for too long.
This house has 2 parents, a grandfather and 2 children.
But it isn't my home.
It's a trap.
You see, naturally the parents take care of the children but it never actually went that way.
Mom was a dope dealer, daddy was a bad man
Brother was sick
Sister is weak
And grampa is scared.
That's not home. That's danger, red light, get out quickly.
Published 1st Jul 2016
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