another year like the one before.
Many pass by without leaving a trace,
hard to find your footprints in this internet space.
Through travel,
through pain,
some sun,
some rain,
it's all here,
and it's not left-over.
No used tires,
or cliche clover.
In the eyes of the normal man,
his property is kingdom and he is king.
So here's my
something, nothing, everything.
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