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Will I make it home

To my family

If I don’t make it home, I pray that you guys never feel alone,
I swear I tried to be, the man my family will own,
thou it seems I wanted, always to be alone,
Choices seem to me, illusions, constantly shifting my zone.
Really thought I was special til reality prove me a clone,
not knowing was hung from my mantle, the pursuit of
knowledge, went to my dome, Please don’t say anything
expert advise must be sort  alone.
Ever holding the faith that my fate will bring home.

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