Hitomi K...
Kubasaki High School
My life style was called a gift but It only felt like a curse My life was packed into a suitcase My social life constantly restarting Only thing that remained constant was myself With one parent in and out the house Something was always missing My old friends, my old house, or just a parent Once I settled into a place I called home the wind blew Taking all my friends So new or not something will always be missing.