Where is home? Is it a real thing? Or is it a figment of our imagination? I think it is all in our head. Home is not where the love is?! Home is where ever you can be you. Where you can be comfortable. I have my home. It is my bedroom. I can be me and do what ever I want to do. But everyone has their own home. As far as I know, someone's home could be the porta potty up the street ha. Just take me to my home. It is calling me. It is begging me to come to it because it misses me. Let me go. Take me home.
Please..?
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