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I’ve lived in this house my whole life.

Even though its potent with poison.

Filled with broken promises,

Multiple scars and bruises,

and shattered dreams.

When I leave,

I will not turn around,

And miss the place I was raised.

Because home is where you are happy,

Even loved.

I have not found my home yet.

But when I do.

I will hold on for dear life.

And never let go.