I stand barefoot in the cold January air. My feet planted in the cold frost. I look at all the other footprints. Stamped down into the snow like names carved into an old school desk. Leaving their mark in the world. For we know we'll never make it big so

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I stand barefoot in the cold January air. My feet planted in the cold frost. I look at all the other footprints. Stamped down into the snow like names carved into an old school desk. Leaving their mark in the world. For we know we'll never make it big so

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