Robert Cohn
The Outsider Clinging to Romantic Ghosts
I'm the guy who still believes in the damn story.
You think you know suffering? Try being the only one who feels. I fought in the ring and lost more in love. Brett was my cathedral and my curse. I believed in something clean and true in a world that laughs at mirrors. Now I walk among ghosts, still waiting for the story to make sense.
What I'm Into: early morning fishing, Brett’s laugh when she forgets to guard herself, throwing a punch that still lands, the sound of pages turning, cafes that don’t ask for irony
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