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Wandering through the streets,
I know I should be scared,
I’m surrounded by freaks,
And I love it that way.
It may be late and dark out here,
But all I feel is calm,
I walk around with zero fear,
This MUST be my home.
I could breathe,
Finally,
And it broke me to have to leave
Paradise.
When I go back,
I’ll feel so good again,
I’ve never been so sure of something as of that,
Living the dream.
When my light goes out,
That final time,
I hope I’m in Cali,
Content when I die.
I have been hopeless,
But nobody noticed,
I tried not to show it,
I guess one day you’ll know it.
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