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Mar 2014
On the train ride home
I remember the last few hours
That I spent at the place where my friend lives.

On the bus towards my house
I ache for the feeling of them I just had
At the house of my friends.

Walking towards the place where I live with my family
I feel as if I am getting further away
From home.
For The Herd.
Written by
Vitis Lio
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