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Earth, I hope
An eighteen year old with the mind of one whose twelve. / This should expect if you choose to delve. / Into the mind of one that is here and yet not. / Of the one whose thoughts remain fraught. / Of the one with music in his heart. / And a smile on his face. / Come, dear reader, let me take you a pace. / To a world very much of your understanding. / As space and time rending.