walk walk walk. Take in the sights. Watch the people skip along. Wish you could take a picture to prove you were really there. Listen to that song for the 34th time. Pick yourself up. How many steps do I have to take before I sweat out this bile?
"Somedays aren't yours at all. They come and go as if they were someone else's days. They come and leave you behind someone else's face. And it's harsher than yours. And colder than yours."
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