Where I Live.

Your concrete, is my dirt.
Your skyscrapers, are my trees.
Your busy crowds, are ants at my feet.
Your smog, is my sweet breeze.


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On my hilltop, I am free. No one is present to shun me, to judge me. I do as I want. I am me. I am free.

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The BEST place to ever live, is in the middle of nowhere. Therefore, you have everywhere to go.