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they say home is where the heart is
what if my heart isnt where my home is?
what if its miles away
with someone else
and im just a shell when im at 'home'?
yet i still call the place i hate so much home
its one building with one preson i cant stand
and yet i smile and call it home
but every moment i hate it more than the last
and wish i could be where my heart is
but that can not be
so i sit and wish
even though i know it will do me no good
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