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Home.

Home.
not the place with beds.
not the place with food.

where you know that
you are LOVED,
you are SAFE.

no matter the people.
no matter the place.
no matter the circumstances.

Home.
an eternity to find,
and realize.

Where you can announce at last –
“I’m Home.”

Home.

Home.
not the place with beds.
not the place with food.

where you know that
you are LOVED,
you are SAFE.

no matter the people.
no matter the place.
no matter the circumstances.

Home.
an eternity to find,
and realize.

Where you can announce at last –
“I’m Home.”

Bianca Hoang Dang, 16

Seattle

 
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