i miss:
my mom
my bed
LA
my friends back home
being young and oblivious
my grandma
asher
how things used to be
the feeling that someone is always there for me
my innocence
being happy
smiling all the time
the sense of being somewhere i belong
being loved
my grandpa's home cooked meals
the sun
to be continued.
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