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If home is where the heart is
Then I don't have one
For I have no heart
It shriveled and died
Long ago
Long before I recognized
My sorrow and pain
For what it was
Long before the bain
Of my existence
Made me wish
That someone would open my veins
So that my misery could end
Before I do it myself

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