I guess, it's selfish:
Not going back where it first began.
So I shoot blindly, in the dark,
Hoping that anyone would remember.
I have never been complete,
But i feel like a part of home is here.
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 7:32 PM UTC
I guess, it's selfish:
Not going back where it first began.
So I shoot blindly, in the dark,
Hoping that anyone would remember.
I have never been complete,
But i feel like a part of home is here.
It's Nes, trying to pick up the pieces. How is everyone doing these days? I hope you all are doing well.
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