In eskimo jackets last summer with my dog
We spoke loudly without lack of enthusiasm
Our faces were white from the concha shells all day
Holy motherfucking shit.. My apparition lessens each day. I need to face reality some day. There's not a year where I tell myself that and still I don't want to believe it.
My biggest fear in life is to finally reach my goal and to stop and think, "Okay.. What now?"
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