12/15/11
It calls so i answer. Stark, cold days greet sad man. Out the door at my parents house in brownfield, me i learned how to run after my problems. A sort of melancholy year, some 7 years ago, i lived there. Trying to find answers to questions that had nothing succinct to say. SO i ran and i found it. I found it all. I ran, i ran till i cried from despair and i ran some more. I am not Tyler Durdin but i fight. I run and i fight until i know something about myself; i am me and that is always worth running for.
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