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Walks
I journeyed down this street of mine
No waves were made but eyes would follow
I was deaf to the world without much concern
But I made sure to glance over my shoulder
I didn't see much, didn't really care
The cars could avoid me if they choose
Without much idea of where I was going
I just waited for the sweat to emerge
To feel that sense of escape
It was nice for the moments it lasted
But I found myself frightened
And was stupid enough to return home
And here I am without anything positive to say.
