im nowhere near there. im havent left, i dont think i ever will. the room is still the same exact it was left. the roof is holding what i thought would matter down the year. the water is stained and dirty from the roses that died in it. there are still three yellow furs in the same exact cordinates they were left. the sheets are still ruffled to
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