entangled in desolation
never knowing what alone really meant
until there were so many people.
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none of us are truly home. we are travelers in time, but travelers, still. we know not what we will become until we hear "welcome home."
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- the wall
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- if
- America
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- following that bus
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- overdose
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- To: Shaun Foley
- upon my 17th birthday
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About Me
- A Traveler in Time
- hi, my fellow travelers in time... these short posts are glimpses into my journey from a place of resigned sadness to a new place of complete joy and satisfaction. welcome. browse. enjoy. comment.
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