I keep having these flashbacks of my life in San Francisco. It seems so far away. I keep thinking about the 29 stop on Ocean and Lee... Ingleside... The K and the T. The M. The flustered days and crazy nights. The comfort of going home to no one but me. The longing for unconditional love, and the gentle touch I took for granted. The trust that changed because I didn't trust myself...
"The world moves faster than I knew, not fast enough to not creep up on you"
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