i want to pack these clothes, bought a train ticket nowhere.
i want to sit at steppes, strumming these guitar, and staring at the empty sky.
exhaling nicotine each fused with visible white cloud.
i would not leave a letter.
i would not bring any phones or books or anything else.
i do not want anyone to search me.
sometimes,i questioning myself,
am i sane?
why did i have to keep myself away from everything?
when did i grow cold?
where would i be from now?
what did i want?
and all i know is
i don't know.
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