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Living In A House That's Not My Home

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by ALostSiren__

by ALostSiren__

I'm living in a house that's not my home.

I've been taken in with open arms; a blessing that will never be forgotten.

But I'm living in a house that is not my home.

When I am reminded of this fact it makes me want to crumble because I've been without a home more than I'd like to admit.

It leaves an uncomfortable feeling that perches on my shoulder and slithers to the pit of my stomach.

I don't mean to take up space and I don't mean to be a burden, but please don't throw it in my face.

Don't throw it in my face because...

Fuck.

I already know that this isn't my home.

I'm reminded of that every day, somehow, someway.

Sometimes it's subtle like a whisper and other times its almost deafening.

I already know that this is not my home.

But there's nothing that I can do about it, not right now, anyway.

So for now, all I can do is live in a house that is not my home.