Most of the times I miss my family
Then my friends
The real ones
Then memories of the past
Places where I used to go
Things that I used to do.
This is part of who I am
And I will carry it with me
Until I become the next person to be.
Think someday
I will have these same feelings
About what I'm living today.
Hope I never
Lose it away.
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