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Home.

November 26, 2013
By Anonymous

Home is where there is joy.
Where there is laughter.
Where there is love and happiness.

My home?
No joy.
No laughter.

My home?
My home is where smoke fills the air
Like smoke from a fire fills an empty
Abandoned house some kids set on fire.
I feel trapped in a jar with the lid screwed on tight and I’m trying to get out.

My father and everyone around me
Blows smoke like it’s okay.
One pill.
Twenty bills.
Ten hits.
He needs to sit
I don’t know how to feel,
I wish this place wasn’t real.



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