An insomniac of life, not quite awake, but not asleep through the days and the nights. Using the remainder of his innocence as a trail to show him where he's been and where he hasn't. Leaving behind scraps of paper to show them it wasn't a complete waste of time.
Drowsily talking to himself in his head as a voice echoes through his ears.
"Oh.. Wait, what did you just say?"
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 9:12 PM UTC
An insomniac of life, not quite awake, but not asleep through the days and the nights. Using the remainder of his innocence as a trail to show him where he's been and where he hasn't. Leaving behind scraps of paper to show them it wasn't a complete waste of time.
Drowsily talking to himself in his head as a voice echoes through his ears.
"Oh.. Wait, what did you just say?"
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