HOW LONG YOU GONNA LIVE IN UGLY TOWN?

Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you, Me. Every time I look around, scope out the horizon or get on the Turnpike, I take in the physical ugliness of the world around me. Perhaps it’s acting as a metaphor for what’s inside? No. Its not. It’s grey, greasy, dirty, industrial clouds of pollution that strangles any beauty in its wake.

Yes, there’s a metaphor here.

My World. I hate the way it looks.
My World. I hate the way it looks.

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