You're right!! You can never go home with empty hands. But, all I have is too much sorrow to carry with me. If not home, where shall this grief be carried? Or maybe home is never a place, but always a person and somehow it is you. Would you be kind enough to provide shelter for my grief? You were indeed the kindest and you've bared me and my grief. Now, it's been a year, yet I still can never go home with empty hands, sometimes I carry a bit of happiness and the other times love mixed with a bit of everything like pain and sorrow. Perhaps, home is always a person to me, but the home (place) I rush too also happened to be a person's arms and it is him for me. Will I be accepted forever for not not carrying enough happiness to my home? Maybe home is the place where we feel safe and loved and for me it is you. Mind me not, but would you carry your home to till my graveyard? Would you be kind enough to love me forever for all I've carried home was love, yet it somehow smelled like grief and tasted like sorrow, but it always was worth it, wasn't it?
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