When everything seems to get harder and harder, my desire to go home's getting bigger and bigger. In every cold night, a question haunts me and no matter where I hide, it always finds me. If I could describe how I hate this question, I'd maybe spend hundreds pieces of paper to write it down. A simple question but the most annoying one; is this -the way I'm taking- the right way to go home?
"Am I on the right track? Am I heading to my home? Am I doing right?"
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