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I want to go home
I want to go home
Not the place that I live but home
The place that I call home the place I never thought I would miss because I never had to.
The place where you live
The place where I have been happy and sad and angry and quiet and silly
The place where you and I hugged ,
That sofa that armchair that table the fruit bowl , the unlucky feathers , amongst the books that were never ever read ,
I want to go home
Not the place that I live but home
The place that I call home the place I never thought I would miss because I never had to.
The place where you live .
I miss the way you fold the tea towels ,
I miss being frustrated that I wasn’t doing it good enough
I miss how you stack the washing up
I miss being told off for biting my nails and not eating fruit
I want to go home
Not the place that I live but home
The place that I call home the place I never thought I would miss because I never had to.
The place where you live
I miss your hugs I miss your love
I miss feeling safe
I miss having someone to look after
I’m surrounded by people but I’m so alone
I want to go home
Not the place that I live but home
The place that I call home the place I never thought I would miss because I never had to.
The place where you live
Not the place that I live but home
The place that I call home the place I never thought I would miss because I never had to.
The place where you live
The place where I have been happy and sad and angry and quiet and silly
The place where you and I hugged ,
That sofa that armchair that table the fruit bowl , the unlucky feathers , amongst the books that were never ever read ,
I want to go home
Not the place that I live but home
The place that I call home the place I never thought I would miss because I never had to.
The place where you live .
I miss the way you fold the tea towels ,
I miss being frustrated that I wasn’t doing it good enough
I miss how you stack the washing up
I miss being told off for biting my nails and not eating fruit
I want to go home
Not the place that I live but home
The place that I call home the place I never thought I would miss because I never had to.
The place where you live
I miss your hugs I miss your love
I miss feeling safe
I miss having someone to look after
I’m surrounded by people but I’m so alone
I want to go home
Not the place that I live but home
The place that I call home the place I never thought I would miss because I never had to.
The place where you live
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