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Jul 2017
i am young
the place of my birth is still my home
it holds my heart in a gentle way
wrapping up its wounds
i think it may always be my home
but I am told it will not
i thought I had grown up
but these walls are still warms for me
Abigail Card
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Abigail Card
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