You were my home
You were my home. So when I lost you, I lost my home. I realised that for me to feel at home again, I had to find me a home of my own. I thought I had found it, turns out that I was wrong. Now I am in between homes and until I make a home of my own, I will always feel a little lost.
How I wish you were here to guide me..
How I wish you were here to guide me..
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| Compostje: | Donderdag, oktober 15, 2020 10:31 |
| Home alone... iis the feeling that came over me... grts, Compostje |
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| Auteur: Augustijntje | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: de redactie | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 oktober 2020 | ||
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