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Hide me again inside your arms like you always had.
Embrace me from my chaotic living like yesterday.
Keep me beside you like you always did, because I cannot contain myself.
Run with me, once again, when things are getting unbearable.
Come back to me, because it is so hard to be a homeless.
It is morose to be a stranger to the world.
Shelter me again like I am an orphan.
You are gone, and so does my abode.
So please, bring me back to life with your hugs, because your arms are my home- where I feel comforted and protected.
This one's for the writers out there who ask themselves about their purposes. PS This is subjective.
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Updated on August 09, 2017
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