sometimes I wonder if I'm missing out by being here.
I liked your face, but now your gone back to your big city.
and I'm stuck in this windy one.
You all felt strong and powerful and
mostly I liked your beard.
Can't get your face out of my head.
Sometimes, I wonder if I am doing all I can do.
Are all opportunities only there if you go for them, if you make more of an effort.
what is an opportunity?
Are men opportunities? are jobs? what is in this life that will make it something that you can't stop wanting to live everyday?
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