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Poem: Home
Oct 7
1 min read
And once again, it was me, in the middle of nowhere, finding home
Maybe home is just another illusion
How can I not feel comfortable around my comfort people?
How can it be so difficult to call someone, someplace, something home when it should be the easiest thing in the world.
Where do I go?
To whom do I go?
It's just me, maybe in my home.
Written by, Sakshi Chavan
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