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home is where the heart is.
that is what they say.
what if your heart is missing?
what happens when you realize you've had enough?
talking about death soothes my soul.
its not as though i myself am dying just my body.
the outer me is not who i am.
i am my soul, i am trapped.
trapped in this world and in this body.
i cannot see myself growing old.
is that because i am not meant to?
sometimes i day dream about seeing you up there.
i want to visit you so bad, i wish it would kill me.
i want this to be over with but i am not going to force said action to happen.
my soul is getting weak, rotting inside this desolate body.
i want to abandon this body and leave this place for good.


forever and always,
xoxo