These shoes, worn down through the soles, with every edge rounded into the smoothest curves.
These shoes, look dirty and old, far from the bright white when I first got them.
These shoes, have made me stand before my greatest challenges, mental and physical.
These shoes and I did not get along at the beginning, then then wove their way into my heart.
The thought of having to replace these shoes, despite our history, is concerning me and filling me with guilt.
Maybe, there isn’t another shoe quite like these shoes.
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