And I walk on this rough
road, lonely and in need of
someone who could fill the
spaces between my fingers.
The cold wind blows and I
keep walking. Before I realize
it, I've come such a long way,
I'm on the same road. It was
quiet and the skies looked sad
and I couldn't describe myself
any better. I'm not stopping
just yet. There's another road
somewhere. I just have to keep
going. It's gonna be fine.
Hopefully.
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