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The feeling Of connecting with the city on such a deep level Sticking my hands through structures and pulling colored lines out The rush that i get get is what it's all about ***** finger nails and stained clothes come with the territory Nothing, and i mean nothing can compare to staring at the dim lit concrete behemoth from the seventh story
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 5:53 AM UTC
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The feeling Of connecting with the city on such a deep level Sticking my hands through structures and pulling colored lines out The rush that i get get is what it's all about ***** finger nails and stained clothes come with the territory Nothing, and i mean nothing can compare to staring at the dim lit concrete behemoth from the seventh story
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 5:53 AM UTC
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