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Sometimes I feel fleetingly like I am not here. I feel like a narrator like a character in an unfinished novel, like like like an unending street. Like this town, like this place- a collection of lives, beginnings and ends, tangled strings and cracked windows. Wandering through the small maze of downtown, I know the answer. I need to get out of here.
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
Escape
Sometimes I feel fleetingly like I am not here. I feel like a narrator like a character in an unfinished novel, like like like an unending street. Like this town, like this place- a collection of lives, beginnings and ends, tangled strings and cracked windows. Wandering through the small maze of downtown, I know the answer. I need to get out of here.
From a year or so ago.
#time#escape#town#question#answer#small
r-saba
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r-saba
Canadian
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
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