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You'll believe in the idea of home for at least on

You'll believe in the idea of home for at least once in your life. It can be a person, a place, or a story. You'll fall completely for this home hoping it will last forever. But then one season, one year, or a lifetime later you will find yourself thrown out of your own home. And when it happens you'll have nowhere to go. There are days in life when your face glows like the full moon enchanting the sky. And then there are days when you can't help mourning your ugly craters when everyone is fast asleep. You'll believe in the idea of home for at least once in your life. It can be a person, a place, or a story. You'll fall completely for this home hoping it will last forever. But then one season, one year, or a lifetime later you will find yourself thrown out of your own home. And when it happens you'll have nowhere to go. The same roads that once offered you a joyful journey will suddenly mean nothing more than black concrete. You'll stop dancing along the way and prefer to sleep in the middle of life. The trees will not want to be your friends anymore and the good old camaraderie will fade away into the mist. The conversations that made you feel alive back then will turn into a mere whimper. You'll want to speak your heart just like before but you'll murmur tears. It will be so bad you'll want to hide under the cocoon of death and decay reminiscing your regrets.
You'll believe in the idea of home for at least once in your life. It can be a person, a place, or a story. You'll fall completely for this home hoping it will last forever. But then one season, one year, or a lifetime later you will find yourself thrown out of your own home. And when it happens you'll have nowhere to go. There are days in life when your face glows like the full moon enchanting the sky. And then there are days when you can't help mourning your ugly craters when everyone is fast asleep. You'll believe in the idea of home for at least once in your life. It can be a person, a place, or a story. You'll fall completely for this home hoping it will last forever. But then one season, one year, or a lifetime later you will find yourself thrown out of your own home. And when it happens you'll have nowhere to go. The same roads that once offered you a joyful journey will suddenly mean nothing more than black concrete. You'll stop dancing along the way and prefer to sleep in the middle of life. The trees will not want to be your friends anymore and the good old camaraderie will fade away into the mist. The conversations that made you feel alive back then will turn into a mere whimper. You'll want to speak your heart just like before but you'll murmur tears. It will be so bad you'll want to hide under the cocoon of death and decay reminiscing your regrets.
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