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Still miss the solace which looks into my saddened face after the stress of the day, heartbreaks in every way; sweat and toils mixed in the coarseness of the soil. There Mama's arm is open to hold when I feel sick and cold. There my pain is freely sold like the blacksmith furnace, I'm remold. Everyone cares, here I accept my failures and fears, I feel safe and I lived, only here love lived. I want to go home, take me home, I miss home, wish it was my home. © Nyeri's Pen ✍️