Where is my sweet home?
I am lost.
I am floating like a driftwood.
We can still make something from a piece of wood, even a driftwood.
Sometimes, we will have hard time. The hard time makes us even harder to outcome.
I am here to stand with you, but I am rejected.
I think I know how you are facing and compromising to a reality.
I guess I am not enough.
A fundamental is shaking if rejections continues.
It's easy to blame something and someone. It's hard to face circumstances.
After all, it is all my fault.
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