Home...

Smell of Scotch tape and markers

Packed boxes

Full of books, memories, and miscellaneous.

Fear of losing sense of belonging

Of leaving home, or was it home?

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Not knowing when I will open these boxes again, if ever

Day dreaming about 'owning' a home. My Home.

A home that no one can kick me out of.

When I will no longer have to pack and unpack

Having a place, that is My place. Where I will find peace

Because my place will be enough to me

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I wish, I wish I have a home