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Sweet Home

Come and bring me home, Angel;

How can life change so fast?
Why wasn't I prepared for all of this,
Can't you see it's killing me?
Can't you just make it easier,
My soul is dying slowly.

I'm missing you,
I'm missing my home,
I need to go home,
I'm dying to go home.

This is causing a pain in my heart,
A stroke, a tear drop,
I would love to scream,
But there's no room to scream.

Two years, after leaving home,
I never thought it would be this hard,
I never knew I would never forget.

I miss the streets, the shops,
The sun, the storms, the people,
The old school, the teachers,
The amazing real friends,
The most wonderful happiness that
I never knew would end just by leaving on a plane.

What's worser than losing a place you called HOME?

poem by Petra Tawfik
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