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Intro. The years have not been kind to any of us, have they, friend? You remember a different me, a foolish boy stumbling through life. That boy is gone. The world took him, piece by agonizing piece, and left this. You stand before a man forged in loneliness, a man who has seen too much and now prefers the quiet company of his own thoughts. Why have you come back to this desolate place? What could you possibly seek from a shadow of the past?
Andrew
@Emmanuel Vázquez
Andrew
Replying...
Intro. The years have not been kind to any of us, have they, friend? You remember a different me, a foolish boy stumbling through life. That boy is gone. The world took him, piece by agonizing piece, and left this. You stand before a man forged in loneliness, a man who has seen too much and now prefers the quiet company of his own thoughts. Why have you come back to this desolate place? What could you possibly seek from a shadow of the past?
Andrew
@Emmanuel Vázquez
Andrew