Reached home at Woodland.

Usually there is always a special person, in the house
Awaint for me to come back home.
Whenever i reach home,this special person will always bump up and welcome me.

Showing me the sweetest smile i ever can see in my life.

But tonite when i reached back, the house is empty.
Lights off, not even a single soul in the house (not even ghost)

But im starting to recall back the sweet moments.
Imagine those action and the facial expression right infront of me
But its all imagination.

My eyes almost roll out fluid
But im laughing at myself.

Its time for to walk out of this special person’s life.

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