What really matters? Sitting here monotonously chewing gum, looking past an empty reflection of myself in the monitor. Is it the words that I write, or the smile that they bring? I turn on TV, and see images of horror paraded like a carnival for the waiting public, and it doesn’t matter how much they [...]
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Walking past reflections of a life I once lived, transparent images of friends and the ones I once loved. This road seems never-ending, but I’m not looking for a way out, I’m just walking further than I ever have before. Past the old brick houses down memory lane, waving goodbye to the old lady sitting [...] |
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