Like real people.

Home is where your heart is and my heart is at home. 
Sweden is beautiful, and I have friends there that I will never forget.
Someone opens my eyes and tells me about all the good things in my life here.
And I can only nod and smile. Because that's what it is, beautiful.
 I miss the people here when I am away. I always do. Sometimes unconsciously. But still.

My favourite enters my favourite world. And loves it. 
There is nothing better than these days and we know it.
Jag vill vara trygg and I am. I truly am.
I live in an euforic era and I'll exploit it until it fades away.
Adventures and attics, people and emotions.
As Swedish as it can be, and I didn't even realise.
That we are what we are. Loving people. 

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