"When I was in my shitty bedsit wondering who the fuck I was"
"You were nineteen when you first went away, to vietnam"
"I want to know who I am"
"Sometimes when I think of going back, I feel like I could run there. Like I'm being called back or something. I know it sounds ridiculous, I know, but I -"
"And sometimes I don't give a shit about any of it and I just want to stack shelves for the rest if my life"
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