Words out thoughts in

I thought with all the travelling we've done maybe we had found a place we could call home our place.

Yet our place no longer feels like home as it has been invaded and divided.

Family stick together that we are becoming, but to pick a side when the one you see as the Enamy is blood of your blood.

Our space we found to call a home doesn't seem to feel like home anymore and the space we found is gone.


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