there are always those times where you do not want to see a name or place because of the names and places you've been and you can't help but wander back to prerequisite accusational brooding not justified by any pent up emotion or lack of emotional release but rather of the seclusion of self felt and the distance experienced from what you always wanted to be
but let us not think of these things on a cold autumn eve where the colours of the sky paint the fascination in your eyes and look towards bigger better things away from the past the stone in the shoe we learn to walk with and forget until we move
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