Dear God,
Is that what I was supposed to have?
To live homeless
and on the streets with the stars?
It's where the world makes the most sense,
Where I could smile
and find the answers to everything in my mind.

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I could do it, I think
Maybe, someday.
I just need a sign, a push.
Please.

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Give me a reason and make it stick.
Let me survive and thrive and be mine.
I'm tying things out,
a little here, a little there.
I just need a reason. A place.
Mine.