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What does home mean to me?
Home
A place where I can feel safe and be myself
In good and bad times, but a lot of love all around
We fight, we laugh, we cry, we play
Where we have choices, and no one shares hate
All that matters is being together
Parents and siblings, Friends and Pets
All joined in a place, I will never forget
Where I like to come to after a day so rough
A place that blocks out the real world, my worries forgotten
There is a word I have for a destination so dear
It is not an address or a building you see
So, what is it you ask?
It is my heart and soul, my loved ones
A place I call home.

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