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Home

it’s where the heart is.

Home.

It’s where my family is.

Home.

It’s where I can be free.

Home.

It’s where I can be myself.

Or at least it should be.
Home.

It’s where I long to run to.

Home.

It’s my pillow to cry into when I’m all alone.

Home.

It’s where I can escape judgment.

Home.

Four walls to hold me securely

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A warm bed to support me

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Where I long to go at the end of a long day

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My safe return for the journey’s end

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It’s always there for me

Or at least, it should be.

Home.