"And my shoes took me down a crooked path
away from all welcome mats
My worried shoes."
I want to build a home, i want a place to feel home.
I want to not be lost, i want to not feeling like the smallest creature on this enormous planet.
I want to know what to do, i want to not be a fool.
I want pies, and coffee, and sleep.
I still leave my phone on loud every night, just incase, i wouldn't want to miss anything, but i never do.
I want to fire a gun.
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