Tuesday, October 15, 2024

 It’s finally romance season with melancholy on walks that bring me uptown. The bus goes across I never will ever in my life have a place to be. There’s a beauty in drifting knowing hearts can never lead to somewhere positive if you can accept a smile. My age is showing aging in a youth culture it’s alarming heart attacks happen swift 

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