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Knowing I Can Run, But I Can't Hide

I have reached a point of surrender,
where I’m a little afraid of the future,
and I’m definitely scared
of feeling at home.
You see,
I do not wish to call somewhere home,
I get too antsy and desire to misplace
myself in far off lands
and strange new places
with strange new faces.
But still,
I’ve reached my own point
of surrender,
where I want to give that all up
and find a home
in you.

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