Standing Alone...
I can't help but sometimes feel like I'm being left behind. It's like the eerie calmness of wind blowing through a ghost town or some other kind of strange emptiness. Although I'm not stressed about it or unglued, I can't say that I'm not bothered in some little way. I guess the best way to describe it is perpetual tenuousness...
I can't help but sometimes feel like I'm being left behind. It's like the eerie calmness of wind blowing through a ghost town or some other kind of strange emptiness. Although I'm not stressed about it or unglued, I can't say that I'm not bothered in some little way. I guess the best way to describe it is perpetual tenuousness...

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