I'm seeking refuge at my aunts house, she left town and me the keys. Thankfully the last time I was here I fixed up my cousin's guitar, so I finished a song and started a new one. It's surreal being here though. Most of the stuff here has been since I was a kid or used to belong to my family. Familier shapes and color skemes and scents... floods
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