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Los Angeles...
The city moves endlessly, lost in its own rhythym..
My own life at times... seems to move like that..
An endless cycle that goes round and round..
I don't hate Los Angeles, but I'm a little tired of it. It's a world of commuters.. with people rushing by you at 100 mph..with high class cars and stylish new fashions... Because everything is moving so fast, all you can get is a glimpse of it before it disappears into the night.
The city moves endlessly, lost in its own rhythym..
My own life at times... seems to move like that..
An endless cycle that goes round and round..
I don't hate Los Angeles, but I'm a little tired of it. It's a world of commuters.. with people rushing by you at 100 mph..with high class cars and stylish new fashions... Because everything is moving so fast, all you can get is a glimpse of it before it disappears into the night.
