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i am not a hotel


i am not a hotel. 
don’t pack your bags only to stay a week or two
don’t come to me only when you need somewhere to get away from everything
i am not a hotel.
i am a home.
let me be your home.
pack your bags… but this time, stay. 
i am a home
and i am utterly drawn to you. 
i am here until you tear me apart

 

 

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irlghostie
<p><i>Thank you :-)</i></p>
Kennedy Gonzalez
<p><span style="color: rgb(37, 37, 37); font-family: ITCFranklinGothicStd-Book, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">&quot;let me be your home...i am here until you tear me apart.&quot; Lines that ring of true surrender. A pleasure to read your work.</span></p>

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