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A place you try hard you whole life to run away from it, ironically, you keep running back to it every time you are weary and hurt...

Guess I am just a little bit tired and I need to go home... I just missed my cozy bed with a small library next to it, mum's best pork knuckles mi sua, the smell of dad's cigar and the innocence and happy part of me which I forgot to bring along with me the day I left home...

I think I just needed to go home, to forget about the outside world for a while...