It's so hard to live in the city.
It's even harder to leave.
for the first time, i'm not dying to get out of the city for the summer. because when i leave, i wont come back to anything i know. I come back to familiar streets and people, but this gaping hole will exist where home used to be. this emotional gaping abyss. eugh. sorry for the metaphor.
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