Dusk

If I’d made something of myself, I tell X, if I’d lived in their time, in their world,  there might not be a problem, I might not have to talk to you. I should have stepped into the world when I was still wide-eyed, then it might have sunk in, I might have sunk in. The day’s turning in on itself. Where was I before I noticed you? Before I started talking to you?

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