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Where was my home???

for the ones who never come back
for the ones who never take back
for the ones who never forget
there is no home
my home is my words
my home is my deeds
my home is who I constructed with faults
for the ones who have hurt
for the ones who had simplified always
for the ones who have acted wrong
there is no home
my home is my belief
my home is my dreams
my home is my past
for the ones who never cried
for the ones who never loved
for the ones who never tried
my home is my work
my home is my desk
my home is my books
for the ones who never knew
for the ones who never dared
for the ones who never saved someone
for the ones who only lived for himself
there is no home
my home is my mother
my home is my father
my home is my hope
my home is my city
for the ones who just talked
for the ones who just were jealous
for the ones who just lived
there is no home
my home is life in itself.

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