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May 21
Is there a possible place for me,
somewhere on this earth?
Maybe someday,
A home just for me, one where my existence has worth?

Will, there one day be no urge to run away,
to rather die than live in that place
where troubles will die down as I walk in,
somewhere, is that true, in the endless space?

May there be home waiting for me,
in the vast lands and oceans, where I'll find one day,
A family wearing a smile of comfort with a hug,
telling me it'll finally be okay,

But for now, no such thing exists,
and home is still never close,
so until I find it I'll live through writing in notebooks,
until this thing I wish for steps out of the shadows,
Written by
Vivian  F/Behind the screen
(F/Behind the screen)   
       Jon York, Pagan Paul, M-E and Perry
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