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title: home; where the heart is
date: Tuesday, February 16, 2010
time:1:02 AM
it's true.
where you feel yourself
where you love
being loved and cared for
where your heart feels the best
that is where home is

but this..
this just ain't home most of the times.

yes
my heart runs away so far from here
i always get out to find it and keep it right back to where it is suppose to belong
right next to me

but sometimes
times like this especially
i feel like running away with the heart
just take me any where
just not here
i hate being here
i don't feel belong

i never asked to be your daughter
i never wished to gain your traits
i never asked for someone like you

i always pray for things to be better
at least for me to be a better daughter
who can stand all of these

i'm still praying to be a better daughter..
i still am..

im sick of being screamed at and given the stupid fucking face
everytime it isn't my fault.

im so sick of you.
your uncontrolled anger.
and you have the cheek to blame me for my anger.
fuck off?

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