#MyConceptOfHome

Home a place where true love can be found,it doesn't matter the shape it can square,oval or round.
Its a place where acceptance isn't fought for.
It's a place where family can protect you with their dying breath.
Its the only place where material things do not matter compared to life.
As i write, a broken angel shouts from the basement hidden deep in my mind saying,"That's a concept of home you will never know!!!"..... i contemplate for a sec as this thought hits harder than the death of my mom.
The moment of realizing that the only home you can ever have is a broken one, this musing is way too painful than hell.
Home,home,home it happens to be the only thing i have been fighting for since the day i was born for rejection happens to be my roommate, he abuses me each time he gets a chance..............
he tells me to stay away from love if I want to be safe.
for he knows that i have no proper place to call home...

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