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Standing in the middle of the terminal Confused on where to go I have an empty bag but my heart is full of emotions. I've been everywhere, Searching here and there Looking for something that I don't even know It's not when, but where will I stop and grow? I hope one day I end this confusion And find a place I can call my Home.
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Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
Finding Home
Standing in the middle of the terminal Confused on where to go I have an empty bag but my heart is full of emotions. I've been everywhere, Searching here and there Looking for something that I don't even know It's not when, but where will I stop and grow? I hope one day I end this confusion And find a place I can call my Home.
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Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
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