It's this city. These streets I've walked down so many times. These cars I have often famously chased. These neon bright city lights I once touched. These people I've seen everywhere. Their stares. Their glances. Their words. Oh, their words....
..it's things like this that make me feel like a stranger in my own home. Like a man with nothing more but a name that isn't spoken of louder than a whisper.
8:26 p.m. - 2013-02-09
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