somewhere down the line, i feel way past redemption. i've been walking alone all this time, with nothing being more comforting than the wind brushing through my locks. i carry the people i've met along the way though I doubt they carry myself with them. it's been ages of walking aimlessly. the state, no the world is just to vast for someone like me. who would go looking for the lone star ranger, just past the cactus.
- Current Location: Colonna Contemporary
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