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To Be Lost
I always had a sense of where I belonged.
Realizing now, I was completely wrong.
"Home is where you make it"
For so long, I've had to fake it.
There is nothing, no one, and no where to hold me down.
None of the things that make the world go round.
Haved greived for the places I've once known,
Elated I no longer call them "Home".
The scarey part is, I'm passing it on........
My son may not know where he belongs.
6-05
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