Home.
It was home.
Your arms, my head on your chest.
Was home for me.
Safety, security, joy.
But not now.
Not anymore.
Never again.
Find safety somewhere else.
I will.
Someday.
But not now.
Not soon.
Tired.
I'm tired.
Of putting trust in others.
Thinking I'll be enough.
For them.
For now.
But not now.
Not anymore.
Maybe never.
Find a new home.
My home.
Home.
Home.
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