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Home
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Rui Pereira home... i want to be home! it doesnt quite feel safe where i am even though these four walls i am so protected by keep me away from the outside i still want to be home... home... a place i thought i knew but now i don't a place where once i grew but now i grew shorter where i follow maps only to end up lost i have to go home! i want to run there walk there break every wall on my way there. cause this place where i am now scares me. im surrounded by voices and these voices are inside me. i yell for them to leave but in return they just kick me out. so, home is where i want to be. no longer seduced by this comfy bed all i want is to be home! - in a place where comfort is the ability to hold her and therefore to be held back in this place where i jump and always fall short, i can no longer be. where angels must cry to provide us with the rains, i can no longer be. where every day is followed by darkness from this place i must leave! all i want is to be home... pick up my things and just go... mom please forgive me but this does not feel like home... a place where it seems that i don't even welcome myself in anymore. mom, this is not my home. when i flip a coin to help me decide the answer i get is always "try again later" as if i have time to spare and a coat to wear in this harsh weather. i just want to be home... that place so easy to be but hard to go. easy to see but hard to show. simple to understand but difficult to know! i need to be in that place where everything is easy to endure and to me that place is next to her. that is the only place i want to go. that is the only place i can possibly call home. |
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