home
this is not home the walls are too small and the paint is too bright the ceilings too tall with the overhead light my family sleeps on the same floor to do our laundry on the same day my bedroom with the creaky door and in the back, there is not even a backyard where I can play my home is more than a house my bedroom walls were rounded and I had a nice open window and vines had the house surrounded I cannot hear the upstairs footsteps from below so this house I sleep in not even my own is not yet a place i can call home
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