I took a picture of my mind and heart, and make it into an unimportant poems

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Going Home

You know what?
I miss being the old me.
When i always ready to be there when you need me.
When i always sincer to give you everything.

Go home, i'd love to.
To our planet of insanity, dear.
With you.

Would you help me?
Hold my hand and help me stand
Together, we're going home


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