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Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #1883478
The struggle one faces when being forced to leave the place that one calls home.
Struggle:
My way of life.
Never ceasing to fight
against the wind, I’m pulled away
from the only home I have ever known.
I fight to cling to my haven,
but my grip escapes me.
Tree gone, I fall.
Alone.

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