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Feb 2013
dancing down those streets wearing the badge of nothing
no one knows us
they won't know us
nothing matters but
the things we chase
wake up
breakfast
daily activities where you have a name
break

[insert break]

out into the open where i no longer matter
walk those streets with pride and shame at the same time
chasing, chasing
rusty shacks
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rusty shacks  dumpster baby
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