missing home
far away from where i stay searching for a way to achieve what is foreign to be happy again. to be happy again i must seek the right plane to go home and wash the pain feelings inside that have no name droveme to a road with a known destination a final destination home. far away from home gloomy tears sprung from my broken old ticker burying happiness in grave of hurt
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what can i say about my self i am a man who seek his place in this big world trying to rise from the ashes i love the classic music i love every thing beautiful and inocent, writing poetry is one of the things i like to do when i can ,i lived in...
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