This is where I sing for myself. This is where I compose for me & you. 
This is where I write something for you. This is where I sit down and
open a vein. This is where I miss you. This is where I try to find the
feeling of prickled skin. This is where I push the headphones closer.
This is where I tell you what I think. This is where I tell you what I
know. This is where I tell you that it'll all be ok. This is where I talk to a stranger who isn't a stranger. 
This is where I keep my peace, hope, love, and happiness. This is where the wind blows. This is the
mulberry bush. And around and around we go.-I Wrote This For You…

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