It’s hard because I don’t want to be like this. I don’t want to be envious and I don’t want more than what I have, because what I have is all I want. Except sometimes, when I finish school late, and I’m walking home after a drink at the pub, and it’s close to midnight and the moon is high and the breeze is soft… I sometimes just wish I could walk
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