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I've lived in many houses and buildings

but nothing compares to the four walls

that embraced me with warmth when they're shivering

that fed me the last bite

making I don't fall asleep hungry

that held my hand in comfort

while in fear of starting a new life in a different world.

Nothing compares to the four walls I call arms

that pushed me to learn

nourished me to grow

encouraged me to fly.

The four walls

two of my mother

two of my father

who will be there unconditionally

even if the world falls apart.

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