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In my apartment with a bowl of cheerios crying

The House that Built Me
^It's a link^


I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream

Maybe I'm getting a little homesick...understandable, it's been 5 months.

Love love love,
me

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