June 2011
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“so if you wake up one morning and it’s a particularly beautiful day,...”
– capa, sunshine
There was a place inside of him that he never went anymore… the place where he had been a boy, a boy full of hopes, and sarcasm, and answers for everything. He had figured out when he turned 21 that nobody had any answers. He had figured out when he turned 27 last November that he didn’t have any either. He had grown cynical and bleak and moody in his late twenties… which,...