Friday, May 18, 2012

Brooklyn Bound (except)

as the wind blew by him a circle of leaves formed and scattered away , the damp air filled his nostrils with contempt , Adam couldn't for the life of him remember how he got to this dark place , Prospect park was so big but he felt so small . HE had nothing anymore , no friends , no family just himself and he wasn't worth anything.  

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