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8/29/2017

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This place is not a home
It’s a place that thrives on tragedy
It leaves me feeling cold
And I cannot explain it
You keep telling me how good it’s been
But I can't stand my life
Destroyed in front of me
I wished I had enough courage to leave
I don’t know what I’m still doing here
I keep telling myself it ends now
But the next morning I wake
To see nothing’s changed
And my prison gets smaller
My leash suffocate me
This place is not a home
It’s a place that slowly
Squeezes the life out of me
A sacrifice of only one
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