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Why We Do What We Do
6.27.23 The feeling of nostalgia is similar to a feather finally hitting the floor— it’s not loud, it’s not quick, but suddenly something...
Words on Horror Movie
2.5.23 Tom sat on my chipped, wooden bedroom floor and I gave him the tiniest guitar I could find while I showed him this verse/chorus...
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