Feb 2018
All those hours.
On all those roads.
And, all the epiphanies.
The hope.
Are now behind me.
As I enter the city limits.
Of.
Compulsive escapism and distance.
On all those roads.
And, all the epiphanies.
The hope.
Are now behind me.
As I enter the city limits.
Of.
Compulsive escapism and distance.
(41/M/Somewhere in Canada)
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