History, Section 1
I'm just a tired, broken-down fool. I don't know which way is forward anymore. I dunno if I ever even really did.
I feel old before my time. Not a bones-creak old; a experienced-too-much old. Like my soul is tattered the way most older people's bodies are. I feel like it's shredded and has holes punched in it and grafitti all over it.
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I feel old before my time. Not a bones-creak old; a experienced-too-much old. Like my soul is tattered the way most older people's bodies are. I feel like it's shredded and has holes punched in it and grafitti all over it.
( Read more... )
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