this house is not a home
home is where the heart is right?
i love my family and i would die without them,
but this place i live in? i cant wait to get out.
as soon as possible.
this place? its a house. not my home.
home to me?
anywhere with my friends, my family
and of course camp muskoka.
this big brick thing?
just keeps my shit dry,
i actually like my tent better.
its homey
and on that note i shall leave you.
looking for home sweet home
Motley
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