That hardest part about moving is the realisation that no matter how you plot plan and imagine, there really isn't anywhere near enough room for all the stuff you have accrued to fit in the new house.
Some of it must go.
I don't want to get rid of anything.
I want to stay where I am.
I want to be safe.
I wouldn't mind being rich?
I want the bad people to go away and leave me alone for ever.
I want to go to bed.
You don't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes......you get what you need.
I need to be safe.
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