September 2010
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where I live
Whenever I think I’ve got nothing, I try to run away.
I go outside and feel the cold night air hitting my cold face and my cold eyes and my soon-to-be-cold heart.
Whenever I think I’ve got nothing, I realize that I still have the cold night air.
And I still have the trees. The trees are still green, even when I’ve got nothing else.
And I still have my feet, and the black...
