when youre out,around everything.the streets harshly black and bold.with
the crisp of summers daylight beating down on your neck warming your
skin to a lighter tone of red,crossing the street next to passerby
s.headphones are on.walking over the big thick white line under your
feet,next to the four letters that illuminate in white. s t o p .i like
the city,and small towns..i appreciate their blunt corners and
people.its good to get out of your comfort zone in life and just be
rushed sometimes.but when i dream,when im just being ..and breathing.i
much prefer laying down,under
this.
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