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Stomping musically down roads, leading to eternity, watching scenery as I pass on my own.
Scraping, nose-diving, being made to live on edges of other's lives.
Never being a part of anyone's adventure, closely following solo desert plains, reacting and feeling tranquilly inside it's arid beauty.
Casting about, trying to find meaning and relief from all sorts of grieving.
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