Within the four walls, that has been my breathing space.
Where time passes more easily and where there's you.
Outside it's, at best, a grey area or a non-area. We don't exist under the light, nor along the streets, nor among the crowds, nor drowned in alcohol.
It's like parallel universes so apart from each other.
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i was hoping that had changed, evolved in some way... 'gave me directions, but it's all the same'
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