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Shoes Define Us


My shoes. 
My shoes are made of leather. 
You must think I'm fancy.
My shoes contain some rubber matierial and laces.
My shoes have walked all over the city of New York.
My shoes have seen some hard times but have also seen many good ones.
My shoes have heard my secrets and the sounds of the sleepless city.
My shoes will tell you that I am an old soul even though my appearance might say otherwise. 
My shoes are broken, but I keep walking. 
My shoes are made for walking.
I can't quite tell when my journey will end.
My shoes are me. 

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