my writings are webs, which are woven by fingers.
they're meant to exist, so my memories linger.
i'll talk about good and touch base with bad.
talk of times my feet strayed from the path.
the wicked and evil, the divine and the golden.
all are included in these webs that i've woven.
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twenty one. finally learning who i am and what i love.
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