The sojourn the leads inwards, is no easy travel. I am the stormy sea that rises when the head meets the pillow in rest, or the eyes meet the mirror in reflection... or regret.
Me tall intelligent savage; my club is a keyboard, I invent fire with words of prose, and beat my chest with a badge called Chelsea fc
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