I arrived at my new destination,a place I could once again call home.
I was nervous and saddened by the fact I would start new again and probably
end it the same way others have.I walked in close to the new place to start again,my expectations thought of high by another who I wish to make proud.some one I have never met but wishes to see me one day as a hero.I hope to make him proud one day but its hard to focus with the many distractions in my path.I desperately try to fit in but my piece is simply to another puzzle I doubt I will ever find.I hope to once see him ,to make him proud of me,and for him to call me his son.
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