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Home is you, home was once a place where I was happy and free. But what was left of my home is now ruin, and the people who once lived there are now no more, as I search for a new home I learn it isn't just a place I learn it's a whom, a person or people's, they are people who find me as I search for them and we make a family. We are broken people who come as one and we make home because the people who are in are hearts are home, and home is were the heart is.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 02, 2020 ⏰

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