Well I have come a long way. I don’t always look back because I know. I’m the journey. Imagine me again. A man in a room in the dark, 3am and I can’t sleep, the cigarette’s for show, by a window the curtains drawn back, watching the sky and the silence that won’t come in. Imagine me. This happens every night. When she’s not here. Imagine me. Again.
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