4th
I‘m alone, here. It’s getting dark. Sounds of small fireworks in the distance; too early for the big ones. Other than that, just the highway whispers. I should be in bed. I should be…something. But I’m alone here. And I don’t feel real.
I‘m alone, here. It’s getting dark. Sounds of small fireworks in the distance; too early for the big ones. Other than that, just the highway whispers. I should be in bed. I should be…something. But I’m alone here. And I don’t feel real.
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