I took a minute
to take this Polaroid
of a sketch
of the man
I used to be.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
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I used to think I was a ghost, and that no one knew me, but I am as transparent as the air you breathe. I don’t care about making it big anymore. Now I just want something, anything, to make sense. Maybe some day I will know my purpose, and when that day comes, I just hope I’m still sane enough to help.
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