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If home is where I should feel the safest,
Away from all the chaos
After stepping on everything like broken glass
Cutting me, infecting me
Pulling me into the trouble
I can hear the depressed voices
I can see the ones that cry
I can feel it weighing down
But if I close my eyes and block my ears
Maybe it will stop!
Maybe I can breath!
Maybe I can leave!
Because If home is where I feel the safest
Then why do I feel that way
In my car, with the engine on?

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