Holy Tears
Tuesday, 4 September 2012
Gentle Time
I couldn't do it.
I'm back in Vancouver. Living among the homeless. I don't stand out.
For the second time, all my friends are dead or gone. For the second time, I escaped. And I can't do it again. I can't confront them.
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