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Infinity is a word without a definition because in truth the words relies only on repetition. Walking down the road wearing worn soles that know pot holes and pot rolls on every street corner and stay warmer with the same jacket of last Christmas...is this infinity? Or will someone tear me away and show me what this is?
Small town life with big city dreams that float away from our minds approaching nineteen and we might scream for the night seems to never end...infinity... just begins again.
We make our names in indecent things, in small town afflictions. Forgotten soon leaving...