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There were variations in the chapter of mine that you became. Less whiskey and more wine. A changing of the guard.
You are lost to me now, somewhere in western Europe, drinking better wine and loving someone who knew what the hell you were saying. I sleep under a silhouette of freedom - the illusion of choice, blanketed beneath the stars I'll never be, and the lives I couldn't live. Sorrow is lost on the young. Wait until you have a few more years, then ponder deeply. Stare into the past until you go blind, and then tell me about your day at work. |
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![]() Happy Holidays ! |
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im in the Toronto airport
reading your words and others thinking of what is what was and what will be ![]() |
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