Being alone most of the time I can walk from river to river any time of year any day I choose. So what that there’s no one to talk to when I get home no voice but mine bouncing off these hollow walls? Crank up the stereo to fill the silence no one else can hear. I can leave I can stay catch a ballgame look out a window all day and stare at nothing or a clear blue sky at dusk if I care.Birth sign: Capricorn
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