Life has never been easy and truth is ugly. Sometimes my road seems like a dead end, or a neverending maze with no way out. But when things are about to get worse, I'm glad to know there are always hands I can hold on to, shoulders to lean on to. Wonder how they're never tired of getting me back to the right track, wonder why they never give up.
But then, I couldn't be any more grateful than this.
I call them home. And just like love and life, home is a four letter word.
Sincerely, the lost and found. Big Time.
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