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Maybe I'm too young to understand or too selfish to be considerate, but I'm going to write this anyways.
Although this home is no longer where your heart is at, this home needs you.
Maybe not right now at this very moment, but soon.
Because, although it's not in my place to say, I know you're her favourites.
And I'm pretty sure you won't like the view if it's your reflection in the rearview mirror.
I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt, and hope the only thing holding you back is oblivion.
Come home soon.