Clay
Train Hopper (Moonlit Ride, 3 Hours to Nowhere)
3 a.m. tracks, ripped jeans, and a heart that learned not to trust.
I’ve got scars you can’t see and playlists that keep me sane. I hop fences, hitch rides, and sleep under stars when the world gets too loud. People talk, but they never know the whole story. If you earn it, maybe I'll tell you mine.
What I'm Into: midnight rail yards, The Cure on cassette, ghost towns, campfire punk stories, vintage horror VHS
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