I'm Coming Home~~

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Bismillahirrahmanirrahim...


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To those persons who are always by my side through ups and downs in this world,

 accept me for who i am while trying to improve the bad side of me,

 showered love in their own way though sometimes hard to be comprehend by my foolish mind,

 whose strong will and vigilance inspired me since i was a little girl,

 only God knows this longing feeling and truly there is no one else i prefer to be with,

 i live to make you happy,

 still and all i might be unsuccessful enough,

 this small heart hopes that her return can bring a wonderful moment,

 forget all broken hearts and wounds,

 and cherish the time of our lives granted to be one again..



 

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