As I grow older

I learned that

Sometimes my house doesn't feel like home

Sometimes I feel like an outsider

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I found out that home is not something so simple

It can be a house

But it can also be the people that make it feels like home

It can be a sense of belonging

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And when you have no place to go, and no one to come home to, where is home? I wonder

I guess it can be the memories they left behind

It can be a feeling

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But it turns out

When all that's left is myself

I learned to feel comfortable with myself.

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So that I

Don't feel lonely, even when I'm alone

So that I

Can come home to myself.

Because after all

I am my own home

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