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I never thought I’d make it home
To see my mother
The vast countryside
Became a wrathful lion’s den

But my escape planted
The glimmer of my Nirvana
Without any unbecoming substances

And so I ran back
Into my mothers arms
She freed me
She could not shelter me

So I was nestled
In the underbelly
Of progressive asylums
My soul mate drove me crazy
But I ran with the crazy
To avoid death

A survival of the fittest
With an overdose of mochas
Substituting for domestic partnership

Home is where the madness is
Where broken hearts
Are like puzzle pieces
Completing each other
Trying to love
But only reacting
To the abuse.

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