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My sanity is always at peace.
Worries are kept at bay, a place
Where I let my guard down
Willingly. Home it's to me.
Where my feelings are true to,
Me and I can stay true to
Myself.

Where I get lost in coziness,
A place that protects me against
My sorrow's and also a place I'm
Lost in. Comfort in it abodes.
The memories it creates, I cherish
Dearly. A place it's to some, others
A person, and the rest an activity,
they can never seem to become,
Weary of.

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Joy springing up in my heart,
accompanied with excitement, hearing
The voice of the one I call home.
Such Joy I never want to lose.
This person I call home. Letting
Myself lose, is something I do
Unquestioningly.

Never wanting to leave their presence,
Time feels shorter, when you're
With them. Wanting your stay with them,
To be a forever existence. For with
Them, you lose yourself and gain
Yourself back. Home is what you
Call them.

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Activity it's to some, so much
Joy it puts in their heart doing it,
they lose focus of time.
Wanting it to never end, when
Engaging it, the cruelty of life
Seems to fade away, as they're
Tucked safely in the comfort, it
Provides them with.