Tuesday, 30 June 2020



I have a broken home.
It's certainly not the nicest, the biggest, or the one with the best views.
It's got a hole on the ceiling, constant drought, and freezing cold.
And yet I can't be away for long.
It hurts me to see her lonely.

I have a broken home,
but the sweetest of them all.



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