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Walking around all night alone
I followed your moonlit footsteps
in the snow, miles and miles I strolled
thinking, thinking, sinking
back into what I know,
fuck you, I turned around
and went home.
I followed your moonlit footsteps
in the snow, miles and miles I strolled
thinking, thinking, sinking
back into what I know,
fuck you, I turned around
and went home.
Published 12th Oct 2019
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- Edited 25th Oct 2022 6:45pm
12th Oct 2019 8:38pm
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12th Oct 2019 9:42pm
In my mind I imagined someone who went from hopeful to thinking about the past and sinking into the same old predictable pattern where the "fuck you" fit her old ways.
Thank you for your honesty.
Thank you for your honesty.
13th Oct 2019 4:06am
Love the photo. I would say an umbrella opening on a table? I love the wrought iron patterns of those.
This was intriguing, Nikki. Very metaphoric for finding our own way vs following in the footsteps of others.
This was intriguing, Nikki. Very metaphoric for finding our own way vs following in the footsteps of others.
13th Oct 2019 12:09pm
Yes exactly the umbrella hole!! I took last year at my friends cabin after a nice snow.
Thank you ❤
Thank you ❤
13th Oct 2019 6:35am
13th Oct 2019 12:09pm
13th Oct 2019 11:19am
Dig the pic Nik!!!
The Write even more...emotion captured in a quick soundbite-
Economy at its most powerful
The Write even more...emotion captured in a quick soundbite-
Economy at its most powerful
13th Oct 2019 12:10pm
