i made it my duty so i don't ever have to leave home again. my bills are mine. my kids live under a roof in which the lease is signed with my handcock. i have a home. it's a great feeling to posses. i can share it. but i will never leave. i made it this far and i'm still making my way. with a smile upon my face a
s i struggle to keep it upright at times. but it's mine. starting over is not in my cards. i'm done playing that immature childish game. it feels good knowing i got this. i've become what that one thing i drempt. no more bouncing in and out of others lives. building them a home as i'm left with nothing but everything to gain. no more outside looking in. wrong side of the door, unable to get in. i hold the key to my world. i got this. it's easy. gravy. i'm winning the fight . battling and claiming what is rightfully mine. 
happiness and a place to rest my head. no one can take this from me. it is home. my home. my very own. and will always be as get busy doing me. maintaining a spot i can rest my bones. i call it home. where the joys are reaped. somewhere life is liven. it is where it is.home.
s i struggle to keep it upright at times. but it's mine. starting over is not in my cards. i'm done playing that immature childish game. it feels good knowing i got this. i've become what that one thing i drempt. no more bouncing in and out of others lives. building them a home as i'm left with nothing but everything to gain. no more outside looking in. wrong side of the door, unable to get in. i hold the key to my world. i got this. it's easy. gravy. i'm winning the fight . battling and claiming what is rightfully mine. 
happiness and a place to rest my head. no one can take this from me. it is home. my home. my very own. and will always be as get busy doing me. maintaining a spot i can rest my bones. i call it home. where the joys are reaped. somewhere life is liven. it is where it is.home.
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