I'm shit with words and everything always comes out so crap. I never was a writer. I never claimed to be. But here's a little piece of me. A piece of what's going on in the reckless world around me. A piece of heaven. A piece of sin. A piece of travel. A piece of home. A piece of love. A piece of hate. A piece of my ever wandering, dreamlike mind. My sanctuary.
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