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When I was fifteen

I went to my first sleepover

A bit old for that rite of passage, sure

But I was excited for it

For so long, I'd wanted to fit in

And back then it seemed like the perfect opportunity

I could play games and eat junk food and stay up late into the early morning

Talk about boys and--and, well, whatever else girls talk about

But of course, before any of that, my parents had to drop me off

And they gave me the spiel, I'm sure at least some of you know it

Don't drink or do drugs and definitely don't do both together

Keep your wits about you and don't get murdered

And at any point you can call us and we'll come bring you home

When I was eighteen

I went to college

In-state cause I was trying to save money

But still a few hundred miles away from the city where I was borned and raised

It was still the middle of the pandemic, and sure, I was lonely

Unable to go out and party

Or, you know, do much of anything

And on the first call back to my parents, they gave me the usual spiel

Don't drink or do drugs and definitely don't do both together

Keep your wits about you and don't get murdered

And at any point you can call us and we'll come bring you home

Well, I'm back in town now

Sleeping in my childhood room

With what friends I have left from high school

And my older siblings come over once a week

And my parents, well, they're the same as always

Cause some things never change

And now, I want to ask them

Will you do as you promised?

Can you bring me home?

I feel like a puzzle with some pieces missing

Tossed out along the way while I was so busy looking for a frame

Trying to arrange myself into the shape I thought I should be

Not satisfied with the idea that I'm just me

Cause my being should be bigger than this body

That's what I keep being told--that I need to be beautiful and smart and bold

And maybe I am all those things

At least I try to be

But what does it matter if I can't find my way back home?

Cause I'm in the space

I'm in the place

The same house I was literally born in

With the same people who were there when it happened

And I don't know who to ask anymore

Who can I go to for the answer?

If I'm not there already, where do I go?

How do I get back home?

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