I don't really have a home.
And when I leave this place, I don't really have a home.
I'm going to be taking up space in someone else's home.
What am I doing.
It makes me very sad thinking that not one place is just for me.
I used to think it was with him.
And maybe it is.
I saw him today and he used to be my whole world...my home included.
My absolute everything.
Maybe that's why I'm lost.
I try to find people that will fill the void.
If my life were a beautiful place,
then all of Paris would be burning.
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