I can still remember the words and what they meant as we etched them with our fingers on years of wet cement. Days blurring into each other, though everything. The days blurred into each other though everything seemed clear. We cruised along at half speed, We ran like vampires from a thousand burning suns but even then we should have stayed, but we ran away. Now all my friends are gone; maybe we’ve outgrown all the things that we once loved but what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one, where have they gone? Kisame on Steam Activity FeedFriendsFavorite Games |
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