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This is my story of my place I call home

Everything is arranged and organized to my liking

The time is completely still, there is no one but me

I don’t have any worries

No dreams, no memories

It’s just me, peaceful and quiet

Nothing can bother me

No one can hurt me

I am myself

I do what I want, when I want to

I do everything how I like to

But now there is a home for 2

Just me and you

We sit and talk

Maybe get up and go on a walk

The time is still stopped

There are no worries about anything

God is there; he is everywhere

It’s so peaceful and still

Nothing can make me mad

Nothing can make me sad

Then comes reality

People yell,

People die,

They hate, they cry

The grades matter again,

The words spoken hurt like thorns

Then there is you

And I go back to my place I call home