I've been constantly searching,
Always hoping---
Hoping that somehow I can find it,
Somehow it will find me.
"Home"
A place---a world,
Somewhere all my boring stories can be told.
A place where people would accept me,
A world, where somehow...somehow I'll be happy.
Witness my story,
Witness its tragedy.
Bear with me
Through this journey.
Take my hand,
Let's roam this land---
To find home...
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I never thought it would end like this.
I always thought I had a home.
I always thought I had a family,
but as it turns out, my past is darker than the lies they told me and the truth they kept from me.