Traces they left behind



It was always you, you never even knew it but I had my heart fixed on you from the moment I took my first steps. Not you in all your glory done up, made perfect with a lick of paint and the wardrobe doors fixed up, but you broken, battered and bruised like someone’s old shoes that have seen better days. I couldn’t resist you and that’s when it all changed. I was no longer dazzled by the lights of London or the glimmer of hope and familiarity of childhood dreams that shone from the corner of the city that I called home for so many years. I was never completed satisfied, there was that incessant need of mine that I could never quite capture and fulfil.

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