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Aug 2018
I just feel so homesick all the time, whenever you're not here with me. I just count on the days on the ticking of the clock. Till you come by the doorstep, back home to me.

— waiting for a moment that will never happen
You're my Home

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Yule
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Yule  19/mnl, ph
(19/mnl, ph)   
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