“That guy there… he looks like you!”
Had a good start
“Let me be her.”
“All the mirror eyes closed.”
Listen, there’s something at the end of this road that you don’t want to find.
You picked this car— picked me— not to feel anything.
You're like me: The past is the only place left for us.
Everybody wants to be forgiven. It's a simple transaction.
Even if I make it to my destination I'm still not home.
We’re going to make mistakes, hurt each other.
It's alchemy, my boy— art, a camera.
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