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Home

Losing my path.
Just trying to find my way back home.
The road is dark and lonely.
But memories long faded, are guiding my steps.
Every step is scary and nightmarish
Though if I follow the light, I’ll be there soon.
Tragedy and doubt mimic my every move.
But home is on the horizon.
The sun coming up in the distance.
I can smell freedom from here.
I can hear the sounds of peace.
I’m on my way.
I’m on my way home.

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