This is home.

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I'm at home again,
Although this house doesn't have walls or a roof.
The sun beams through the branches,
Like the warm hugs that I didn't get.
This is a home void of violence,
No body will harm me here,
A rarity.
I'm all alone here,
The only others with me are the trees and the birds

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