At school, I may or may not have drawn a small drawing on the desk...
But by the end of the day, people added to it.
At school, I may or may not have drawn a small drawing on the desk...
But by the end of the day, people added to it.
Every night I dream of a door that would take me back to my past...
A door that would lead me to the old me, the me I used to be...
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