Towering giants,
Embrace me with love and hope.
I am powerless.

This strange location.
Ponders in my deepest thoughts,
As all makes sense here.

I belong in this place,
Filled with fun, hope, and love,
Yet filled with hatred.

This does not make sense
Why does shouting fill the room?
What is happening here?

Why is the sky blue?
How many stars in the sky?
Where did I come from?

So many questions,
That I get no response for.
As the world moves on.



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