A Winding Road

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I cry as the blackness of the pavement pulls me farther away from home and everything I've ever known. It wasn't until I was stopped at a stop light until I realized, it wasn't pulling me away from home, that place was never a home. It was pulling me towards something new, somewhere that I would feel welcome.

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