Most times I wonder, what does it feel like to go home?
To be home?
The house i stay in doesn't feel that way.
I don't know how it should feel but it shouldn't feel like how I feel staying where I do now.
I imagine it would feel like how it felt in the place I take refuge in.
But I'm not there often enough.
That is also where i get intoxicated with my addiction.
But reality slams back into action the moment I leave those doors.
I wish I might, I wish I may. ..
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