Sometimes you will know,
that,
the 'home' you're having now,
its not the 'home' you're searching for,
you want to have,
the one you can laugh at,
the one you can stay comfortably without any worries,
the one you can cry when you're heart broke.
but the reality is,
there's no home are perfect.
and no one stops you from wishing,
your dream home.
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Color Of Life (A Collection)
PoetryMy mind keep thinking, thinking until I can't feel again. This will be never-ending, but who knows if one day I'll give up, it's the day I can feel right again, it's the day I feel like my story is enough. . . . "What if someone's heart want to live...
