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May 29

"New place"

Hard to say it's my new home.

Home is where i grew up with my friends having a sleep over build a fort and do some acting skills when we're more younger.

The smell of the brewed coffee and some toast bread in the morning when you open the door.

The creek sound of the floors

The sunlight entering at the doors and side window openings.

The marks on the wall of my heights

The children's voice screaming as they playing

The chirping birds.

The open space where you can stargazing at the night.

But hey, it's just my 4th night here, try to go outside tomorrow try some food go around, some fresh air to inhale would be nice and find some friends.

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