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Just a final goodbye to my home of 5 years.

Poem about letting go.

Mm, that rush of competition. Whether is be again an opponent or yourself - It's another feeling entirely c:

I really distain stoplights. So much D;

Ah, my island. Terceira, Azores. Oh how I miss it.

Just wanted to try something with a twist...

It's one in the morning. My mind tends to wander.

Just a beginning, dear. Nothing much left except to start.

Boring, but every good story must start with background.

Ah, it's looks like a another chapter of background info! Funsies all around.