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Sep 2015
Then again, I am just a home
a blank space you spare
for the emptiness you couldn't be bear
a charger for your tired soul
when the world turned into a big foul

after you done resting,
you will shut out my front door
leaving me empty and lonely
not a single fun you ever bring for me

but you're just a silly boy
who has no idea
what a home truly means
until you lost it
AM
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AM  Jakarta, Indonesia
(Jakarta, Indonesia)   
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