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7.23.21

by @ecarsyn

The fastest way from point a to b is a straight line but the blue line on the gps is never straight -- i got lost in the steel city once with a dead phone and no gps to get me home i had to do it the old fashion way reading and listening until it started to look familiar until it didn’t feel so lonely i got lost in the steel city once not a single soul around save for the sound of cars and sirens and trains i thought leaving the city was bringing me closer to b i thought leaving would be less lonely but the thing about loneliness is that it never goes away it just changes shapes.
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