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Initially,
When I think of home,
A blank page comes into mind.
Nothing.
No one.
Some think I may be crazy.
Those are the ones who I can throw away my composure with.
These are the people who can  make amends to my broken heart
Broken mind
Broken body
And fit the pieces back together when I fall apart.
These are the people who give me motivation
Inspiration
Who give me a reason
To stay.
They are my home.