Who amongst the world of strangers will hold your hand?
There is a darkness inside me that overcomes every moment of happieness
Did you ever feel like a plastic bag floating in the wind?
Go back home and see the same old places, new generations flirt at the bars we stood at. Boarded up shops and refurbished pubs, changes are everywhere. Theres no escape. Nothing seems as pretty as the past
A new week and a new chance to start again. Made a pledge a promise a mark a brand a scar. Not to do the 3 things that consume me anymore. Those 3 things
Dont look back
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