If you miss the train I'm on
Count the days I'm gone
You will hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
Hundred miles, honey baby, lord, lord, lord.
And you'll hear that whistle blow hundred miles.
I am losing character. Well, rather than saying I am losing it, I should say it is simply changing. My integrity has been weary for some time. I know what I want now, but I will probably never have it. I have a destination now, but I will most likely never reach it. People come and go, but there are always a selected few who will always find their way back home. I find myself in different places with new surroundings, but I tend to always find my way back home. It's hard to find good company sometimes, but you will never find it untill you find your way back home.
I have a graduation present in mind for myself.
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