I'm home.

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.

Running faces, running beings, glance at me, for what i see.
For what I am, they dont judge me, they know me.
I pass through places where i've been before, but they are
changed.

I cross the road, I walk regardless of what happens around me.
Only one thing I want to see.

I follow the edge of every city, of every state, and cross every door.
The one I want to find is missing.

I run and run and run all night.
All day.
Everyday.

And then I see.
The one place i want to be.
White fence.
Brown roof.
An open door.

I go in and say
I'm Home.
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