I remember my lonely whitakker walks; I never knew how much they’d mean to me,how much it
I remember my lonely whitakker walks; I never knew how much they’d mean to me,how much it hurt to walk aroundlike an underwhelming ghost of myselfin the town (I had to surrender to solitudeto make peace with it)I love those terrible times when I think of them now.So much growth. -- source link
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