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The feeling of being home is never to be with people you surround yourself with, most of the time. Especially, no compassion is there for each other. No correlation of thoughts and certainly no respect. Just a constant feeling of being their breezing past day by day and that is not what home should feel like?

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Don’t hideLet me read along the linesConnecting mineHeart tiesLike vineFeeding fromYour sizzling warmthSurrounded byYour touch. Related Posts:LITTLE TOUCHTOQUELiebster AwardCONTENT of my HEARTDesireLongtemps oublié

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