Sometimes it feels as if I am tattooed
with all the roads I refused to walk.
Whether they made me who I am, or shed
me of who I'm not, it's rather hard to tell.
I suppose it's all the same,
since I kept on walking anyway.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
Sometimes it feels as if I am tattooed
with all the roads I refused to walk.
Whether they made me who I am, or shed
me of who I'm not, it's rather hard to tell.
I suppose it's all the same,
since I kept on walking anyway.
I never have titles for anything. Sigh.
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