I dreamed of growing up
Owning my own apartment
Free to do as I please
I grew up
I got my own apartment
Free to do as I please
But now I’m sitting alone
In the place I’m supposed to call home
I call my mommy and daddy
For things I should know
I feel like a fraud
Like a kid playing house
Writing letters to the people I miss
I grew up
But this apartment feels all alone
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Author:
Justagirl (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Leaving the nest can feel like that. Relatable words. Nicely expressed.
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