home. what makes a home, home? is it really a home just cause your familys there? even if no one's happy? shouldn't your home be safe? full of love? if that's true, then i havn't had a home in eight years. it was all pretend. this would be my first home in eight years, the battered women's shelter. at least is feels like home for now. can't wait to have my own real home that I pay for and am happy to be in, and safe. one day soon. hope, faith, love, i keep telling myself that, its starting to work. 2/14/2010.
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