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i know there is more for me
more in the world than these
same old
walls and windows
hallways and bedrooms

i know that there is more than
the smell of sleep early
in the morning

than the sound of tractors and other
micelanious vehicles beeping
and moving

i know that there's more than the constant
yelling and fighting
false accusations
and the ever popular
i hate you

i walk the same halls i've walked all my life
i smell the same things
i hear the same sounds
i  see the same things

but am i home

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