I wanna go home.
My head is crying out impossible dreams. That what I have now is not as it seems. The words that come feels like a sickness. Heart sinks plumb through all of my defences. For all my own knowing this is my home. A space that I have that is just for me alone. Something in me I hesitate to name wants something greater then this I can claim, is my home. Every time these feelings occure they cause a lump in the throat and a tear of dispair. All I can do is grit my teeth and do my best to retain it underneath. So then others don't think am broken when I loose it out as spoken. I know it's about my own trauma but I refuse to act on it in drama. This though helps to settle the angst of things I can't change in the past.
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