Home (Part II)

Don’t tell me I’m pretty. Don’t tell me about home. I didn’t know what home was, until Mama built me one. 

I lost my soul to the river and I should tell you, this is not what free used to feel like. I could take you to the banks but, you should know, not many lovers find love.  

Here’s to home and all the things I haven’t seen in 14 years. Find them a shoulder, they haven’t cried in a while. Free has been pretty tiresome lately.

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