Looking for Home

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When the connection is severed

And nothing is left

Except the sound of my own breathing

I am forced to face reality

The reality that I am still a child

A lost, lonely, frightened child

I am searching for home

My home where all my happy thoughts are

Where I can be a little less vigilant

And breathe a little slower

I have never been there

But I hope to be soon

I don’t know where to go from here

I am faced with myriad decisions

Which choices will lead me home?

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