If I could write and bare my soul, what would it be?
What would I say?
The truth is a listless wonder, and nothing more than the air I breathe and the steps I take..
St. Louis. An honest homecoming. Everything's changed. With strange new inspirations and relationships that have evolved into new blessings and monsters. It's almost like a vague sort of deja vu that I can never fully make out.
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