Home Sweet Home

A building,
with a soft base,
sturdy pole,
towering roof.

We might consider it not something special.
We only think of it as a shelter.

Realize it
that a house is not just a shelter.

Home is where half our hearts are left behind.
Home is the storehouse of our story.
The house is a silent witness for half of our lives.

Home is where we return,
as far as we go back.

Home is where our hearts are bound,
home is the most special place
between our hearts.



The truth is beautiful

The truth is also terrible

Truth is a must

Truth is also sadness

Many choose not to know it.

Truth is a terrible thing,
and therefore must be treated with care

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