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Scents of Home

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Reads 53
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Parts 2
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It's been a while since I started to be in here and have to get used to things that weren't existing anymore. It is not home and will never be the same home where you feel comfortable in place or situation that you are in. What if the feeling of home just doesn't ring a bell anymore? Or the sense of having something secure is not there and all of this are just temporarily carved in our hearts?All Rights Reserved

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