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At Home With Only Myself
Home and “home”
Are two different things.
my heart screams at me
crawling behind indifferent legs
“Look at me,” she sobs, “it’s not
RIGHT”
no it isn’t
PUT IT BACK
i can’t
DO IT! IT HURTS!
darling, i know. But, let it pass.
Let it pass over you, look, the sunshine crawls through the windows towards you-
Let it in.
Are two different things.
my heart screams at me
crawling behind indifferent legs
“Look at me,” she sobs, “it’s not
RIGHT”
no it isn’t
PUT IT BACK
i can’t
DO IT! IT HURTS!
darling, i know. But, let it pass.
Let it pass over you, look, the sunshine crawls through the windows towards you-
Let it in.
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