"Stoop Kid"
His welcome mat read there's no home here
Just four walls that portray one
They were four reasons why he never left the nest
He was just another branch on the family tree he never agreed to grow
And home was just a glimpse of what the outside world would be
So he was content with fighting his nightmares 24/7
on a welcome mat
That stoop cradled his comfort
never birthing courage, his heart never dilated wide enough
And solitary confinement was plenty company for him
So he collected his thoughts in junk food and TV
that was Euphoric enough
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