Sometimes it is not a home.
Sometimes I am just like a prisoner.
So what's the point staying at home?
I just somehow hate home!
Just a home ain't like a home.
I am fedup, I Just wanna run away. Away to a place nowhere.
I can set my mind empty and find a lil peace.
Can I run away without thinking the consequences?
I hate the thing that I owned recently, it is limiting my freedom. :0
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