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I'm searching to find

Just like the birds of prey.

Tucked,

Somewhere between the bottom

And the inside.

What am I to do

When I'm left ashamed.

Grabbing at hands.

Hoping to bind.

I am the living end,

I want to go.

Yearning to hide

Eager to hold.

I am alone.

Cast away,

Turned away

Searching for home.