The hills roll under my feet and the sky sings above. I am home but home has changed. I no longer live my child like life that once existed here. I try to gasp for air but my lungs are already filled with the smoke of adulthood. My eyes dont see so well any more and my brain works in a funny way. I try to jump the track, but the train is to
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Cheers!))
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