Moving Day
I know all the ways you have wrong me. I have them carved into my mind. I find myself thinking about how gentle your hand use to be. I think about how with one touch you use to take all the sorrow I once had away. I would begg for your sent because it made me feel at peace. I remember when you were my home. All you are now is a strange place I can't find my way out of.
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