I am the wanderer, one of the last of my kind, the road is my solace. i love the people of the world, yet i am invisible to them, just another passing stranger who happened to put a smile on their face on a bad day. life is the fuel for my soul, breathing in the fresh air is extacy. i fall asleep looking at the stars, dream of loves come and gone, wake up knowing that God has given me one more day.
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