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fourteen august
ten : forty-nine p.m.
i walked, alone, on the darkest streets i could find; over unfamiliar, crooked brick sidewalks and warm asphalt.
and i ran. the ground beneath my feet, and wondering if it's better to have something to run from, or something to run toward.
listen : "breakthrough" by modest mouse