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I used to think that this



was where



home was for me....

..but now i know



that home



for me



is





not a place...



but still the destination




of a journey...

Memories..home.. :(

It's empty.. now. edit; I came back to this and thought I should explain a little more.. I went back to my old house, and took a walk by it. This is where I grew up, I know this photo may seem very plain, but looking at this is me imagining digging up the front garden, sitting in a kiddie pool in the garage, running through the front door, sleeping on a mattress in the living room. . That front window with the sticker used to be my room, I left the sticker there and nobody ever bought the house. I think I put that sticker there when I was 12 and I still remember exactly what it says (#1 B****) I was a vulgur child.