sometimes travelling makes me sad. Moving, moving, always an urge to find somewhere new and shake off inertia and forget who I was. But the price is so high, because you always leave something behind and your life starts to just become distant nostalgic memories. Did those places ever really exist? And those people, will I ever see them again, just the way they were? If you understand, this is dedicated to you. and Coco.
oh my..... i'm so flattered.
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an old post but i'm here now! were you really here? what is this loss? ughk, a headache! hope you make it through work tomorrow!
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