It's time for homecoming, no more roaming, get back to the home we're always in within our skin. You enter the door, wanderin' your way across the floor, surrounded by this lore of yours you made in days before. Brush your fingers across the boxes that store the things you've done. Some for fun, some you must, but one by one you put them down to
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But also yes, I have a rhythm and way to pronounce some of the words in my head that I dunno if will be read the same way to other people. We'll see :D
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