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World isn’t always round you see I have one, small though, This world might be a bit quite but it hold a million stories It’s made up with cement, bricks, people and memories. This world that I own This place I call my home. This is where I have it all Love. Care. Life. A place not where I’m afraid to fall From the first door to the last window I see myself in every corner Dancing, running, giggling or just playing with some shadow It had known my every shade From darkest to happiest From deepest to craziest The pillows here have known my fears For those tears of mine they’ve seen. The blanket has known the warmth I need And the door knows the time I’m in. The TV has known the mood swings I have And the lights have seen the nights I’ve stayed up. The plates know the things I eat and And the walls recall the tables I used to repeat. There are silly narratives I’ve built ...