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i no this feeling....i was a foster kid growing up i always felt unworthy, i always felt alone... and hurt, i ended up homeless after getting out of foster care no home to go home to... and i still dream that someone will love me for me and love me and one day that i will have a home. i still hope even when hoping is getting hard with the consistant loneness and cold world getting colder and even when my familys abusive....i easily forgive... my heart cant seem to be bitter.... i love like i havent been hurt even tho ive been hurting my whole life... sad but true... i love even when its hard....thx for letting me read.... this poem is absolutely wonderful and i feel the depth in it... :)