The world is big.
I don't know shit.
I might just roam until I find my home.
I've tried it all.
It's all something.
It's just not what I need.
Who would've thought that being content is so simple.
It just means you're here.
5 years ago I found you.
I wrote a song.
I didn't finish it.
Thanks for putting up with my shit.
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