When I got bored I left things like work or women behind
keys to a room paid for on the weekly, memories of a love unresolved.
It was easier to go away then, rather than facing
a lack of growth or moral contradictions,
addictions grew like vine up a wall. It took too much out of me
to socialise in crowded rooms. Night owl scrawls between damp walls
an inabili…
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