A Dead End

He keeps packing, travelling, working,
never ending
He is afraid to stop becuase he has a home no more
The lonely journey on the road is way better than the one he endures in life
In the end, he will die a workaholic with no family to feed
That to him, it’s still better than a lone man with no one to bury him

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Cassa Bassa

๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfitย child ๐Ÿ˜Š

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