home is the memory you run to when shit gets bad. the place where you're just a child, and the warm embrace of nostalgia makes it all better. home is where your dog is. where you know the streets like the back of your hand, and getting lost is impossible. home is the feeling of belonging. home is the person who makes you feel safe, who makes you feel like you're doing something right in this confusing, unforgiving world. i've been looking for my home since the moment i was born, and after eighteen years of searching, i'm finally home.
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sometimes rain, sometimes rainbow - poetry collection
Poetrya collection of poems, written in real time about the good, the bad, and the ugly that comes with healing. PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD halluci...
