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Is it the place

where you sleep each night,

beneath a roof, behind a door?

Or is it something softer—

a place where you feel

you belong,

where silence soothes

and peace feels natural?

Each day,

I dread returning

to the house where my family lives—

not a home,

but a battleground of glances,

eggshell floors,

every move a quiet calculation

to avoid the spark of anger.

But elsewhere—

in the city’s hum,

beneath trees in the park,

or beside the slow-moving river—

I breathe.

I am.

And there,

I finally feel free.

There, life feels

right.

-Bl4ck.crow

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