Barefoot

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People been telling me it seems like I don’t give a care truly like  I don’t see your flare its there trust me i made it to withstand the largest blare
I hate socks and shoes and all things in between that others insist I should suffocate my feet with.   Let me explain this a bit better because I don’t want to come across as bitter.
he finds his way home after a night lost in the city the sound of the highway murmurs softly and he shakes while lying in his bed his body rumbles as he sits up to take off his shoes
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