I walked through the door with you. The air was cold. But something about it felt like home somehow.
What do you want?
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A writer writes a novel, a songwriter writes a song, we do what we can to endure. We build our legacy piece by piece and maybe the whole world will remember you or maybe just a couple of people, but you do what you can to make sure you’re still around after you’re gone.
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