What A Home Means To Me
A house is a place, but a home is where I belong,
I spend time with my family, and friends all day long.
My home may not be a home to others,
But it's the people who make me feel loved and never alone.
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I love and I cry,
Try as I might,
Trust is earned not given, even to the ones closest to me,
I doubt from time to time.
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Sometimes I feel 4 walls closing in on me,
All my emotions block from the outside,
Trying to find a way out but not being able to,
But at least I know whenever I need guidance it's right there in front of me.
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A house turns into a home, once it’s filled with joy and laughter,
But no home is a home without pain and suffering,
It might be an everyday thing but,
My home is still the place where I belong,
Even though it's where I go through the most pain day after day.
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Thoughts flood through my brain everyday like a hurricane in my head,
But at the end of the day,
A home can be anywhere as long as it's where my loved ones are.