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The wind rushes over me like secrets unfolding. I can't stand the sound of the voices but they carry anyway. I feel myself, separating from them as the truth is unveiled. I am not this person. This is not my life to live.
And so I sit on the edge and ponder over city scapes. Where should I be right now, I ask, but there is no answer. So I set it within myself to find it.
And so I sit on the edge and ponder over city scapes. Where should I be right now, I ask, but there is no answer. So I set it within myself to find it.