Skyline


I spend all my years with my mind at the top of the skyline.

I spend every morning walking on the sidewalk to the goddamn same places.

Its all good because I may be very good at falling, but I'm better at getting back up.

No matter how scratched up I get, I'll dust myself off and limp with a smile.

Knowing that everything will somehow turn for the better.

why?

Because thats logic.

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