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Somewhere
there are thousands
of souls
begging
for a home
a place
to belong
and feel safe
a place
to be
themselves
where
do we
belong?
where
are we from
that our souls
feel whole-
that our souls
yearn
and hunger
to go.
Home.
we call
loudly
earnestly
begging
to go home
where we
belong,
we feel safe,
we can be
ourselves.
Somewhere
thousands
of souls
are home,
waiting
for
the rest of us.

The End

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