My Real Home(1)

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Baltimore, Maryland is my home... even though i dont live there anymore.

Submitted: November 28, 2011

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Baltimore is my home.

Its in my blood.

My blood lies in the streets

even though it

isn't where the eye can see.

 

So many memories

in such a small place.

they range from

happy to morbid

and very depressing.

 

I miss my home.

Its where i grew up.

I miss the sweet sounds

of my city in the morning.

I miss the cool night air

swirling around me

making me not care.

I miss the sound of laughter

carried in the breeze.

I miss the gang

that i called my family.

 

I wish i could go back

to my home sweet home.

but to many obsticals

stand in my way.

 

Im going to go back

and live there again.

so that way i feel at peace.

In my baltimore city,

My home.


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