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For me, home isn't a building. It's all about the people you care about.

They're my home. My safe place. No matter where I go and how far we apart, I can always count on them. For the past 8 years, they always stay. 

Jaja, Irzd, Al.

How lucky I am to have such wonderful friends. Somehow I dont think I'm worthy enough to have them in my life but apart of me are blessed. 

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