screaming

I was screaming your name at the top of my lungs, screaming for you to come back, for you to come home to me. Home was where you were, and ever since you left, home was but an empty void; lonely and sad. Home was in the memories of our laughter, in the songs we sang together, and the nightwalks we took.

Without you, home isn’t home, and i don’t know what to do anymore.

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