Maybe somewhere out there is a house that's made for us.
Maybe somewhere out there is where we will be.
Maybe someone found our house, will they be there when we need it?
Maybe something in the world can take us there right quick.
Maybe someone will be able to help us get there quick.
Maybe our house is ready for us and waiting for us to find it.
Maybe our house is nonexistent.
Maybe our house is this room that we're in.
Maybe our house is the borrowed space we use now.
Will we ever find our house?
Maybe there is no house for us.
Maybe we don't deserve a house.
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Sarena Keller
I'm just another depressed and broke single mother out here. Nothing new. Sorry. Come to my stories if your interested in a background of sad fortune and also mommy talk.
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