I took a walk around the city last week, and stopped at a swing in Silo Park. And as I went back and forth, reflecting on my life, I thought “when did I become so lonely?”
Continue reading 29 is a lonely timeI took a walk around the city last week, and stopped at a swing in Silo Park. And as I went back and forth, reflecting on my life, I thought “when did I become so lonely?”
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