Time
Time time I wish it was mine
but because of my second home time is not mine.
I know I should be greatful,
I know I should appreciate
but the place I consider a home
is the place I dislike the most.
My time is taken,
my time is broken
I need a place for my time to reopen.
This place gave me love,
the place gave me life
but why does it have to be trappling my time.
Time is all I want, time is all I need,
I want to go out and have my time set free.
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