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March 13, 2024

Going home,

and coming home.

Wherever I am,

no matter what happens,

I always find my way back home.

It's the thought that counts,

and the fear that eases over time.

The longer I go,

the more I prevail.

Many hours,

many days,

many years,

and many times,

I still persuade,

do what it takes,

and push through it all.

The bus ride home,

taking me to wherever I want.

I'm still going,

still walking,

and making sure not to miss a single step.