A vacaunt look on stranger's faces. Unfamiliar streets and lonely places. I feel like I'm a few steps behind. Sometimes I ask myself, what am I doing here? Empty bars, drunk declarations. Bad neighborhoods, fucked up situations. I feel like I'm a few steps behind. Everything seemed a whole lot easier, where everything move slower, in the place that i knew better. Sometimes I ask myself, what am I doing here?
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