Home is my place
And I’ve worked hard to get here
To have my very own space
When I was young this is what I always dreamed
To buy a house that was mine
Big and Beautiful
My daughter is here and she came first
She is my first true home
My heart
My soul
My comfort
She makes me whole
Our house came second
My dream was finally realized
There’s no question of where to? next
We’ve made our roots here
And above all we feel no fear
My soulmate is also here in my home
With him I never feel alone
My person
My other half
Home wouldn’t be the same without his laugh
In my house with my family and all my pets
Is as perfect and real as home gets
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There was a beat in my head. It was maybe a song, but at this point it was more of a hammering and I was starting to feel sick. I pulled my hair up into a pony tail and switched my desk lamp off. I sigh. A long, audible sound that makes the cat open her sleeping eyes and blink at me once, twice. She went back to sleep. I sat in my chair for a long time until I got up and went to the medicine cabinet.
By A. L. Meade4 years ago in Horror
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