In the heart of every man lives a boy standing on the edge of the roof, towel tied ’round his neck.
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In the heart of every man lives a boy standing on the edge of the roof, towel tied ’round his neck.
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I don’t understand the context surrounding this post but it hit me hard.
People don’t really end up that way, do they? Doesn’t everyone shake their youthful angst and sadness?
I hope not. I didn’t.
Can I ask what this post means, or will it disturb its peace and mystery?