big city

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I want to live in the city where the traffic is lined for miles and never stops,a constant flow of reminders that something things will always stay so i can find hope that just maybe I could make my self believe in the things you once tour out of me when you said you would never leave .where it's so loud at night that it just might drowned out my never ending toxic thoughts where the smoke in the sky is so thick that it can hide the sins I'm chugging down. I want to live in the city in a building bigger then my future will ever be where if I looked down the world will be ants and I can finally see that we are all human that where when the demons get to strong and your voice echos through my head all the venomous words you would never let me forget I can look down and when I'm ready freefall and let it all go and become just another nameless spot on the street.


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