i'm knocking down the cobwebs in my mind.
it's cold and i can see my breath and it's scaring me.
but it's good to be home.
monsters hide in the darkness but
i am ready for them.
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viii.
i'm knocking down the cobwebs in my mind.
it's cold and i can see my breath and it's scaring me.
but it's good to be home.
monsters hide in the darkness but
i am ready for them.
