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Jun 20
I don't know where home is
not anymore
they uproot me
again
and again
like a tree that's been moved
too many times
sometimes I wonder
if I'll ever find my own soil
to sink my roots into
if I'll grow strong and tall
without being afraid
of being tore up again.
There is nothing wrose than not knowing where you belong.
Written by
Sophia  14/F/CA
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