Never want to wake up alone
And
I know
There comes a time
When
One must learn to stand on their own two feet.
Break this pattern from under me
Or Let it grow faster and furious
As if the Matrix was the tunnel catching up
To this strange new realm
Of life, of idiocrasies, synchroncities, bewilderments and surprise me with a hunt.
Scavange or not, but please tell me a tale or two of your own travels while putting mine to shame.
Let's catch up together be on the same page.
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