Two Hundred Five

Some occasions in my youth were moments I’d rather forget, but cannot. I was a miserable bastard at times, a guy whose empathy and sympathy were buried beneath a veneer of idiotic bravado. I don’t know that you can ever truly overcome the person you allowed yourself to be.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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