Moving on
It was coming back to a end
3 and 1/2 years with my not so forever home
i had visited my new family's house before
But this car journey felt it lasted hours
all I wanted was to turn back
I wanted my foster family my forever home back
But we didn't turn back we kept driving
It was time to go. They didn't want me anymore
So I do t want them. its time to move on
I don't need them but I really do miss them
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