I'm a twentysomething writer and editor living out my dream
one day • one picture • one avenue • one story at a time.
This is where I overshare and constantly write tiny love letters to New York.
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Runnin’ from your folks, runnin’ from the law.
Runnin’ from love; runnin’ from your fears; runnin’ from it all.
You keep on runnin’ boy, you’ll run yourself in the ground.
You’re always seventeen in your hometown.Well, nobody’s gonna miss me.
No tears will fall; no-one’s gonna weep,
When I hit that road.
My boots are broken, my brain is sore,
From keeping up with their little world:
I got a heavy load.
Gonna leave ‘em all just like before,
I’m big city bound.
You’re always seventeen in your hometown.
