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Switch lanes, fast pace, different narrow streets Different city, different veterans sleeping on concrete Lone wolves devoured by group of carnivorous pigs Heat-fuelled MACH, punches off the judges' wig
I walk down the sidewalk, the trailway, the road. My feet move beneath me with no thought of where they are going. Desperately wanting for guidance but hating the strings attached, I wander aimless, unmoving.
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