What was I thinking? A country boy doesn't belong in Perth.
I was told the CBD was clean and safe, but as I walk into peak-hour Hay Street gridlock, I'm thrown. The alley beside His Majesty's
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The Everlasting faith
Crippled by the destined fate
Fades
When bygones feel like bygones
Bygones have long been bygones
When stories are fragmented into plots
When feelings stray
Facts go astray
And become #cliche
Yet,
Weary tears
catalyses growth
like dreary years.
To the champion of companion
When strife no longer kills like a knife
Something will remain vividly in mind.
Crippled by the destined fate
Fades
When bygones feel like bygones
Bygones have long been bygones
When stories are fragmented into plots
When feelings stray
Facts go astray
And become #cliche
Yet,
Weary tears
catalyses growth
like dreary years.
To the champion of companion
When strife no longer kills like a knife
Something will remain vividly in mind.