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Hearts delight


Home. The place we've known for most our life Where endured struggles and pain Experienced hope and joy that was not in vain But what if home was severed from us with a knife. The place we once knew and loved Gone, from our hearts and from our touch Though surrounded by family our happiness is never much In our face harsh reality is shoved Things just aren't the same when we grow old Our light burns so quickly when we're alone We push others out and our hearts turn to stone As our fire becomes dim and our smile is no longer bold We search for something to spark our desire For many it's the company of another For some it's helping eachother For others death comes before this transpires. So what does one do when homes no longer in sight Open ourselves up and explore to our hearts delight.
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Just a guy who's had a rough life but a who hasn't these days.

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