It's always the walk way home that made you realize some things, some sort of comfort you thought you'll find inside your room. It's always the walk way home where you'll meet some old faces that you once familiarize. It's always the walk way home that keeps you pushing. It's always the walk way home that made you appreciate the time you have, to think, to absorb, and to genuinely accept those gratifying feeling each time you make your steps with courge and compassion.
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Poetryit takes time to heal, to walk away, and to stand up all alone.
