Title: Valgfritt

Text: But the end of the year is nearing, and no good will an old self do. So I must pack up right quick, and go into the closet too. Only then, next of year, will I go searching in that dark closet, tapping the walls and sliding the cupboards, looking for who or what I was for the latter year. For a glimpse of what I had been, to remind my longing soul of what not to be, and what should no longer bring tears to me. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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