Yearnings for Home

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There are a lot of

things we don’t

tell the world.

I thought my mom and sister

left me, but

they were just sleeping

in another room.

This place

feels

like home,

yet not home.

Sometimes, I just want to

leave home,

leave everything behind,

just to see,

if I’ll be missed.

I don’t feel completely

at home,

in my new home.

I am in between

Two worlds.

Am I in an endless

chain of guilt,

of homelessness?

I am yearning for home,

at home,

in another home,

not home.

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