I went home again, a lonely man. The laughter of the party mocked me, as if each person there knew I would be alone that night.
I used to dream of her. I used to dream for myself, my future. Yet, here I am again, falling asleep before I even empty my pockets.
2 comments:
rad photo! check out my new facebook photo albums from spring break. straight up artsy, yo.
I hope you're having fun!
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