“Richard street.”

 I’m here.


Having a severe moment of indecision - “what are the choices?”


How can something only be good when it’s standing right in front of you? Doesn’t that only mean it’s easier to find it lost? 
I’m screaming and no one can hear a word I’m saying - I can’t live up to me.

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