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Old Home

I don't know where I belong.
I'm struggling to find anyone to help me along.
I'm crossing this lonely dark road.
All I hope is that there is somebody home.
I keep seeing, but I wake and I am screaming.
Why aren't I leaving?
Why must I have these feelings?
I miss my old home where we would always run to just to be alone.
I miss my old home where everything would start, and everything would end.
I miss my old home where my heart fell from my chest.
Those days I have fallen, I miss your location.
I still can't move, I still can't drive,
I'm so used to running, I'm so used to diving.
Looking back it always looks so simple, but I still can say.
I miss my old home.
This is a new kind of loneliness where everything your used to is now going. I try to forget, but it's a constant pain.
I remember my first kiss, the way I felt when I could run from everything. I remember the cool night's, and the hot summer days.
I remember believing that everything was going to be just fine.
I remember when it all burned to ash, I still can't even grasp.
There's no more happiness when the brokenness is in control, but it doesn't last.
I miss this old house, it's where I lived for so long.
I'm still dreading of what went wrong.
Why do I feel so terrible?
it's still in my head and it's very much alive.
It's a crime to be living inside my mind.
I'm hiding in such new places.
I can't escape these old faces.
My old home eased to erase from what's left of me.

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