Leaving home was not a trial for me
I couldn't wait and felt that I was free
Yet I returned when things became to much
When life alone became somewhat of a crutch
I thought that I could manage on my own
I thought I'd outlived home and sought to roam
How wrong I was to leave the very heart of me?
Just because I thought that it would set me free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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