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Oct 2021
He used to be home to me
And now I have no home
I used to mourn that
Thinking that he was
The only home I'd ever get
But the funny thing is
Everyone moves from home to home
Some only need one to find the right one
Others need fifty to find one that fits
So why should I mope for years
When it's just moving from
One home to the next
I've come to realize that home does not have to be one person from the past we can move our homes
Valya
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Valya  18/F
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