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I come knocking at my door
Nobody
Lives here anymore...
Sometimes I wonder what is real
Your absence
Or presence...
As we sojourn in this world
We do as what we are told
Coz if not, be ready for a scold
People can really be that mean and cold.
                            
But as our journey gets longer
We will realize sooner or later
Not all are consumed by anger
There are those who will bring you laughter.

Cherish those who will make you smile
Even if you are separated by a thousand mile
They will always be there for you
In your heart, you'll know they are sincere and true.
Random thoughts again. Thanks for reading ;)
Still can't think of a title for this.

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