Home is where I left my heart
Where I will always have a place
It's where I was raised
Where I was loved and respected
Some homes are coropt and abused
Others safe and loving
The place where you live isn't always your home
Thats just the place you happen to be most the time
But not the place you want to be
For some home is where you are
Your the lucky ones
For me, home is where my mind takes me
To the shores of a white sand beach
Or with the characters of the books I read
Most the time it's tommrow
For tommrow is a new start
A new thought
A new dream
A new begining...
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