A choking sensation. An urge to live the life of my own making. Movement is my game. A strong stance.
I rove the countryside for a cheap thrill. Mouths agape in awe of the bleak compelling beauty of it all.
I found this jacket by the roadside outside an antique shop. It beckoned me for weeks. An old jacket that nobody else wanted but I wanted it. For it's warmth and character.
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