So it seems that like all things in my life; the good comes and goes before you can get used to it; like Cobain said, there's something in the way. I'm on the long road again, walking along with my backpack of hope, regrets and dreams searching for a home, walking towards the end of days on the edge of civilization. My shadow, the only one whose never left me over the years disappear as the clouds of depression set in. Home I think is beyond this world for me, I want to go there, may the rains of redemption come drown me, take me across; this life has too many crosses to bare, maybe I won't wait for the rains, it's getting dark...too dark to see...
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