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Jan 24
there is a longing
that cuts deep
like the long
slice of cake
from the 1st birthday
you remember

there's a home
that shines bright
in the distance
during a storm
and your clothes
are wet and cold

there are people
who live in fear
beyond their control
they still don't stop
hoping for better days
no matter the cost

I spent so many years
on the outside looking
into all of these things
wondering what it means
and I learned something

Hope is like a blueprint
a guide towards greater
purposes and even if
you find yourself lost
it will always be there
CasiDia
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CasiDia  27/The world
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