Life Before The Big City Comments

When it’s quiet and I can’t hear the summing from the cars, the sirens in the air and the lively talk from people, I think back.
Back when I lived in the small town, the town I just wanted to get away from. Those ghostly streets, people in black and white,
never excepting differences.
I remember all my lonely days, when I wish I could travel out on my own, meet someone more like me. But I never did. So when I was done with school, I was done with this town, these people. I moved away. To the noise.
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