That warmth growing inside.
That relief, that satisfaction.
That feeling of going home.
The memories that flood over you.
That moment when your heart finds the piece it left behind.
The piece it left at home.
Like you can breathe again.
Like no time has passed.
That peace that comes with seeing familiar sights.
There's a warmth growing inside me.
I can hardly wait, I'm going home.
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