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memories,
Tainted memories, stem from wants and needs,
In the long run they spur from greed and material things.
Presently, I am just a soul waiting,
waiting for relief,
from this loud town,
and these quiet forbidden streets.
When happiness meets anger it becomes a mutual thing,
they just let the other one win,
and are both made from concrete.
These foundations are solid within me.
No dirt road to follow, or green path to balance these streets.
But still, continue robbing our happiness with greed.
My sight is clear now, before I was blinded by the buildings.
Where does this road lead?
From wisdom stems negativity.
