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I suppose you could call this book some sort of emotional outlet, maybe a poetry book of some kind if I'm so bold as to call myself a poet. I'm not quite sure what this book will entail as such, probably some words that hold a relative degree of meaning, maybe some music that's inspired those words. Maybe you won't understand what half of this means, maybe you'll see it differently to how I see it.

Whatever way this book is written, it's a place away from the chaotic and slowly maddening outside world.

So I guess welcome to the inner depths of my soul, take your shoes off before you come in. Oh would you look at that, the milk's just run out. Terribly sorry. I've been meaning to get some more. Make yourself at home, try not to break the ornaments.

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Side Note: the poems at the start of this book are really quite cringe-worthy, they get better later on I promise... At least I think they do...