4.Pieces
...Because sometimes I wonder, am I invisible ...
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I want to go home to a place I have never seen, To sit in a cozy couch in a corner next to a fire place, looking out the window to a meadow slowly being dressed in white by the falling snow, sipping hot cocoa with marshmallows on top, while cupping the large warm mug in my hands; to be wrapped around in a soft warm blanket and furry cashmere sweater, listening to slow Christmas carols while gingerbread cookies bake in the oven filling every room with their sweet and spicy smell. I yearn to go home to a place I have never been. For it exists only in my dreams.
