Saturday, October 16, 2010
The House That Built Me
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it, this brokenness inside me might start healing. Out here it's like I'm someone else. I thought that I might find myself. If I could just come in, I swear I'll leave. I won't take nothing but a memory, from the house that built me.
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the house that built me
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