Breakaway
Gonna leave this city behind
And make a new life.
Hooded with mystery
Shrouded in simplicity
A life lacking in excess
Revolved around experience
And less with collection of things
Inhale all the good shit,
Exhale all the bullshit.
It's time to start living,
It's time to be firee.
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