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| MISC. WRITING ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY |
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The Walker I walk the streets unseen by all with nothing but a sack. Worn out boots and ragged clothes I wear upon my back. By night not day I travel on to places all my own. In my mind i'm happy. My fate has not been sewn. So many times i've seen them try as normal people do. To fit the mold, never fold and try as hard as hell. To be someone, to do something, to make it all feel right. But in the end they feel the truth as darkness steals the light. |