downtown

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Life on the inclineNo longer confusedSee that sunshineThese words of mineI don't need a signCause I got you
you are the prison and i'm fighting to get out of this hell hole you threw me into but alas; with no success.
There is a life to the city, a vitality not found in Suburbia. Uniqueness, sprinkled in among the chain coffee shops. Food trucks with steam rising from them on cold days,
Raw
W O R D S are eternal, but we are not.
Over such a vast expanse of suburban sprawl a warm aura of sunset orange radiates from each roof, Houses, just actors in the scene of their surroundings, A distant city as the backdrop.
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