My room at my Momma's house is so empty. I love it. It's just a little messy with remnants of my moving out; just enough to make me feel like there's something I need to take care of. I'm working on it a little bit at a time. Just books, a bike, some guitars, and random bits and pieces aside from that. Oh, and a stack of blankets I sleep on when I
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