You'd be able to see it better if you read the cursive on my skin.
Instead I'll remain the cynical young man staring down at the reds and blacks from the nosebleeds.
Now more of my soul lives outside the country than inside of it.
People I wish I'd never met...
If just to spare me this moment...
Alone outside in the sunset of my first year as an absolute failure.
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