Well lets all enjoy this piece... it was probably made when I was in High School
Paper comfort, I'll never go back.
Ink love, I'll never leave.
Forgive me
for these lines had become blurred.
But once again I've lifted my head,
regained composure, created a home,
and stayed sane. Thanks to you.
My face contorts in the memory
and shade of the days of glass.
It seems we are here.
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