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A little serious, but s'all I got, awwwright?
Borders and streets,
locales where pain and philosophy meet
out of the womb and into the fire,
no one to call me home
every lane looks the same
neither freeway, exit or offramp bears my name
so I keep moving forward, three steps at a time
trudging methodically, feet slapping against the painted line
running hungrily towards the immortal
and finding my reality in the animal
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When you're low it's either wave that flag or stand there empty-handed. -- Achewood
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